This is a love song for you and me
On this cold cold winter night
Wish you are with me
So I pray and pray that soon you’ll be mine
and I’ll be yours for a long long time
Merry Christmas. Goodnight.
Sometimes, you need to stop doing other things.
And sing (or listen) only 小調.
容祖兒 - 牆紙 / Joey Yung - Wallpaper
She is my favourite musician from Hong Kong. This is my favourite song from her, it is called “I don’t have plans to shed a tear”. And yet there is a silent sigh between the jazzy notes, and a tinge of “f—k off i really don’t care” in Ivana’s melody and words.
王若琳 - 一生守候 / Joanna Wang - A life-time of waiting
It was one o’clock, the witching hour. Everybody was drunk. Some were in the primary stages where they can’t turn down another drink, others were at a point where everyone was their best friend. A few couldn’t stop dancing. But people were mostly just sprawled out wherever they fell. You were alternating somewhere between the two. I sat on the sofa chatting with my new best friends.
Despite the blaring music, the room seemed incredibly quiet. You stopped dancing, and sat on the floor with your back to the sofa and me. The blanket effect of alcohol finally eased my earlier self-consciousness of being the only non-dancing creature confined in this space.
You caught me looking and asked, “Why are you looking at me like that.”
“There is glitter on your face.” Not a lie. And you were shimmering.
Someone came back with more vodka. Everyone got up on their feet again. Not party-dancing. Not drunk-dancing. But Dancer-Dancing. I distracted myself with the vodka. When you asked me to dance. I went,
“No. I don’t know how to.” Not a lie.
Even when inebriated, it was still intimidating to dance with a roomful of dancers. But you always have your way with me. And the drunk version of you is unstoppable. So, I tried to do my best imitation of a Dancing Person. The giddy awkwardness felt both adult and childish. Like skydiving.
A few weeks later, I made you a CD for your dance routines when you said you needed more Asian-ness in your repertoire. This was the first song on it.
(audio via fattying)