I was reminded of one of the few English pieces I wrote years ago. Probably cos of Xiaohan's lyrics + White Wind's nick. Haha.... Tried translating the lyrics, but the meaning is kinda lost so I gave up halfway. And I can't exactly remember the melody as well. Bleah... Pardon me for those grammatical errors. You can probably understand why I write my songs in Chinese most, if not all the time, now. Haha... Anyway the essense of the lyrics still remains true for me at this moment.
What are dreams? Do we still believe in them the way we used to?
Have we become less of ourselves as we experience more?
And what exactly are memories? Do we define them or do they define us?
我们编织了过去的回忆 而回忆铸成了现在的自己
经历多了 是不是却发现 少了自己
到底什么是梦想 是一种坚持 一种热爱 还是习惯性的依赖
Made Of Memories
Music/Lyrics: Ho Jie Ying ©
There was once (I) met a little gal
Telling me her own story
Story goes her eyes so trusting
I smiled gently and told her
You will grow to see the world
Not so sweet the way you dream
Unsealed are promises
Riding on the wind
But she believed clouds will lead her through
Humans are made of memories
Little boy once said (the) sky will set her free
Humans are made of memories
When the sun set into (the) darkness
Little gal turned back and said
You're made of me
There was once (I) heard a little gal
Singing loud a sweet melody
Humming goes her voice so lovely
Blue birds singing in harmony
You will grow to feel the world
Not colours the way you know
Unsealed are promises
Riding on the wind
But she believed clouds will lead her through
Humans are made of memories
Little boy once said (the) sky will set her free
Humans are made of memories
When the sun set into (the) darkness
Little gal turned back and said
You're made of me
Left alone standing in darkness
Still & clear I know that
Memories are made to see
