Last Christmas

Last Chriatmas 去年耶誕

Last Christmas I gave you my heart 去年的聖誕節，我把心給了你
But the very next day you gave it away 但隔天你就將它丟棄
This year to save me from tears 今年，我在淚水中力圖振作
I'll give it to someone special 我會把心交給一個特別的人
Once bitten and twice shy曾經受傷，不免心存畏懼
I keep my distance我保持著距離
But you still catch my eye 但你依然吸引著我的目光
Tell me baby告訴我，寶貝
Do you recognize me 你認出我了嗎？
Well it's been a year 已經過了一年
It doesn't surprise me 我並不驚訝
(Happy Christmas)(聖誕快樂)
I wrapped it up and sent it 我包裝好後將它送出
With a note saying "I love you"附上字條，寫著"我愛你"
I meant it我是認真的
Now I know what a fool I've been 現在我才知道當初真傻
But if you kissed me now但如果你現在吻我
I know you'd fool me again你可以再次愚弄我
A crowded room擁擠的房間裡
Friends with tired eyes朋友們眼神疲憊
I'm hiding from you and your soul of ice 我想避開你和你冰冷的靈魂
My god I thought you were someone to rely on me老天，我曾以為你是多麼倚賴我
I guess I was a shoulder to cry on 我以為我就是你可以靠著哭泣的肩膀
A face on a lover with a fire in his heart 有著火熱的心的愛人臉龐
A man under cover but you tore me apart刻意掩飾，你卻將我拆穿
Now I've found a real love you'll never fool me again如今我已找到真愛，你再也不能愚弄我
A face on a lover with a fire in his heart有著火熱的心的愛人臉龐
A man under cover but you tore him apart刻意掩飾，你卻將我拆穿
Maybe next year I'll give it to someone也許明年我會把心交給一個人
I'll give it to someone special一個特別的人

Christmas Card Exchange via blogs

Dear Takaaki Otsuka and Sadaharu Furuse,

Christmas is coming.
I would like to give you all Christmas Music.
On this special day.
Giving you is the best wishes.
Hope every on this day can make their dream come true.
I wish you all the best.

Way Back into Love

I've been living with a shadow overhead
我活在陰影之下
I've been sleeping with a cloud above my bed
烏雲伴我共枕
I've been lonely for so long
一直孤單好久
Traped in the past, I just can't seem to move on
困在過去，似乎就是無法往前走
I've been hiding all my hopes and dreams away
我把所有的希望和夢想藏起來
Just in case I ever need them again someday
只為了有一天可能又需要他們
I've been setting aside time
我總留點時間
To clear a little space in the corners of my mind
淨化心裡的小角落
All I want to do is find a way back into love
我只要重新找到愛的感覺I
can't make it through without a way back into love
若沒有愛的感覺我辦不到
Oh oh ohI've been watching but the stars refuse to shine
我留心觀察然而繁星不願發亮
I've been searching but I just don't see the signs
我一直搜尋但看不到任何徵兆
I know that it's out there
我知道它不在那裡
There is got to be something for my soul somewhere
但一定有個為我靈魂而生的東西在某處
I've been looking for someone to shed some light
我一直尋找著讓我發光的人
Not just somebody just to get me throught the night
而非只是個陪我過夜的傢伙
I could use some direction
我能使用一些指示
And I am open to your suggestions
而且我可能是你的暗示
All I want to do is find a way back into love
我只要重新找到愛的感覺
I can't make it through without a way back into love
若沒有愛的感覺我辦不到
And if I open my heart again
若我再次敝開心房
I guess I am hoping you will be there for me in the end
我想我希望最後你會在那裡等我
There are monents when I don't know if it is real
有時候我不確定它是不是真的
Or if anybody feels the way I feel
或許有人和我心有戚焉
I need inspiration
我需要妙計
Not just another negotiation
而非又一個妥協
All I want to do is find a way back into love
我只要重新找到愛的感覺
I can't make it through without a way back into love
若沒有愛的感覺我辦不到
And if I open my heart to you
若我為你打開心房
I am hoping you will show me what to do
希望你會告訴我該怎麼做
And if you help me to start again
若你幫我重新開始
You know that I will be there for you in the end
你知道最後我會在那裡等你

I Have A Dream

Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand signed the Emancipation Proclamation.
This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice.
It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of captivity.
But one hundred years later, we must face the tragic fact that the Negro is still not free.
One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination.
One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity.
One hundred years later, the Negro is still languishing in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land.
So we have come here today to dramatize an appalling condition.
In a sense we have come to our nation's capital to cash a check.
When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir.
This note was a promise that all men would be guaranteed the inalienable rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.
It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note insofar as her citizens of color are concerned.
Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the Negro people a bad check which has come back marked "insufficient funds."
But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt.
We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation.
So we have come to cash this check -- a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice.
We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of now.
This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism.
Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice.
Now is the time to open the doors of opportunity to all of God's children.
Now is the time to lift our nation from the quicksands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood.
It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment and to underestimate the determination of the Negro.
This sweltering summer of the Negro's legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality.
Nineteen sixty-three is not an end, but a beginning.
Those who hope that the Negro needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual.
There will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the Negro is granted his citizenship rights.
The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges.
But there is something that I must say to my people who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice.
In the process of gaining our rightful place we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds.
Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred.
We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline.
We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence.
Again and again we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force. The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny and their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom.
We cannot walk alone. And as we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall march ahead.
We cannot turn back.
There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, "When will you be satisfied?"
We can never be satisfied as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities.
We cannot be satisfied as long as the Negro's basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one.
We can never be satisfied as long as a Negro in Mississippi cannot vote and a Negro in New York believes he has nothing for which to vote.
No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until justice rolls down like waters and righteousness like a mighty stream.
I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations.
Some of you have come fresh from narrow cells.
Some of you have come from areas where your quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality.
You have been the veterans of creative suffering.
Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive.
Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed.
Let us not wallow in the valley of despair.
I say to you today, my friends, that in spite of the difficulties and frustrations of the moment, I still have a dream.
It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.
I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men are created equal."
I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slaveowners will be able to sit down together at a table of brotherhood.
I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a desert state, sweltering with the heat of injustice and oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.
I have a dream that my four children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.
I have a dream today.
I have a dream that one day the state of Alabama, whose governor's lips are presently dripping with the words of interposition and nullification, will be transformed into a situation where little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls and walk together as sisters and brothers.
I have a dream today.
I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together.
This is our hope.
This is the faith with which I return to the South.
With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope.
With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood.
With this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.
This will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with a new meaning, "My country, 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing.
Land where my fathers died, land of the pilgrim's pride, from every mountainside, let freedom ring."
And if America is to be a great nation, this must become true.
So let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire.
Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York.
Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania!
Let freedom ring from the snowcapped Rockies of Colorado!
Let freedom ring from the curvaceous peaks of California!
But not only that; let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia!
Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee!
Let freedom ring from every hill and every molehill of Mississippi.
From every mountainside, let freedom ring.
When we let freedom ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual, "Free at last! free at last!
Thank God Almighty, we are free at last!"


一百年前，一位偉大的美國人簽署了解放黑奴宣言，今天我們就是在他的雕像前集會。這一莊嚴宣言猶如燈塔的光芒，給千百萬在那摧殘生命的不義之火中受煎熬的黑奴帶來了希望。它之到來猶如歡樂的黎明，結束了束縛黑人的漫漫長夜。然而一百年後的今天，我們必須正視黑人還沒有得到自由這一悲慘的事實。一百年後的今天，在種族隔離的鐐銬和種族歧視的枷鎖下，黑人的生活備受壓榨。一百年後的今天，黑人仍生活在物質充裕的海洋中一個窮困的孤島上。一百年後的今天，黑人仍然萎縮在美國社會的角落裡，並且意識到自己是故土家園中的流亡者。今天我們在這裡集會，就是要把這種駭人聽聞的情況公諸於眾。就某種意義而言，今天我們是為了要求兌現諾言而匯集到我們國家的首都來的。我們共和國的締造者草擬憲法和獨立宣言的氣壯山河的詞句時，曾向每一個美國人許下了諾言。他們承諾給予所有的人以生存、自由和追求幸福的不可剝奪的權利。就有色公民而論，美國顯然沒有實踐她的諾言。美國沒有履行這項神聖的義務，只是給黑人開了一張空頭支票，支票上蓋著「資金不足」的戳子後便退了回來。但是我們不相信正義的銀行已經破產。我們不相信，在這個國家巨大的機會之庫裡已沒有足夠的儲備。因此今天我們要求將支票兌現－－這張支票將給予我們寶貴的自由和正義的保障。我們來到這個聖地也是為了提醒美國，現在是非常急迫的時刻。現在決非侈談冷靜下來或服用漸進主義的鎮靜劑的時候。現在是實現民主的諾言的時候。現在是從種族隔離的荒涼陰暗的深谷攀登種族平等的光明大道的時候。現在是向上帝所有的兒女開放機會之門的時候。現在是把我們的國家從種族不平等的流沙中拯救出來，置於兄弟情誼的磐石上的時候。如果美國忽視時間的迫切性和低估黑人的決心，那麼，這對美國來說，將是致命傷。自由和平等的爽朗秋天如不到來，黑人義憤填膺的酷暑就不會過去。一九六三年並不意味著鬥爭的結束，而是開始。有人希望，黑人只要消消氣就會滿足；如果國家安之若素，毫無反應，這些人必會大失所望的。黑人得不到公民的權利，美國就不可能有安寧或平靜。正義的光明的一天不到來，叛亂的旋風就將繼續動搖這個國家的基礎。但是對於等候在正義之宮門口的心急如焚的人們，有些話我是必須說的。在爭取合法地位的過程中，我們不要採取錯誤的做法。我們不要為了滿足對自由的渴望而抱著敵對和仇恨之杯痛飲。我們鬥爭時必須求遠舉止得體，紀律嚴明。我們不能容許我們的具有嶄新內容的抗議蛻變為暴力行動。我們要不斷地昇華到以精神力量對付物質力量的崇高境界中去。現在黑人社會充滿著了不起的新的戰鬥精神，但是我們卻不能因此而不信任所有的白人。因為我們的許多白人兄弟已經認識到，他們的命運與我們的命運是緊密相連的，他們今天參加遊行集會就是明證。他們的自由與我們的自由是息息相關的。我們不能單獨行動。當我們行動時，我們必須保證向前進。我們不能倒退。現在有人問熱心民權運動的人，「你們什麼時候才能滿足?」只要黑人仍然遭受警察難以形容的野蠻迫害，我們就絕不會滿足。只要我們在外奔波而疲乏的身軀不能在公路旁的汽車旅館和城裡的旅館找到住宿之所，我們就絕不會滿足。只要黑人的基本活動範圍只是從少數民族聚居的小貧民區轉移到大貧民區，我們就絕不會滿足。只要密西西比仍然有一個黑人不能參加選舉，只要紐約有一個黑人認為他投票無濟於事，我們就絕不會滿足。不!我們現在並不滿足，我們將來也不滿足，除非正義和公正猶如江海之波濤，洶湧澎湃，滾滾而來。我並非沒有注意到，參加今天集會的人中，有些受盡苦難和折磨；有些剛剛走出窄小的牢房；有些由於尋求自由，曾在居住地慘遭瘋狂迫害的打擊，並在警察暴行的旋風中搖搖欲墜。你們是人為痛苦的長期受難者。堅持下去吧，要堅決相信，忍受不應得的痛苦是一種贖罪。讓我們回到密西西比去，回到阿拉巴馬去，回到南卡羅來納去，回到喬治亞去，回到路易斯安那去，回到我們北方城市中的貧民區和少數民族居住區去，要心中有數，這種狀況是能夠也必將改變的。我們不要陷入絕望而不克自拔。朋友們，今天我對你們說，在此時此刻，我們雖然遭受種種困難和挫折，我仍然有一個夢想。這個夢想是深深紮根於美國的夢想中的。我夢想有一天，這個國家會站立起來，真正實現其信條的真諦：「我們認為這些真理是不言而喻的：人人生而平等。」我夢想有一天，在喬治亞的紅山上，昔日奴隸的兒子將能夠和昔日奴隸主的兒子坐在一起，共敘兄弟情誼。我夢想有一天，甚至連密西西比州這個正義匿跡，壓迫成風，如同沙漠般的地方，也將變成自由和正義的綠洲。我夢想有一天，我的四個孩子將在一個不是以他們的膚色，而是以他們的品格優劣來評價他們的國度裡生活。我今天有一個夢想。我夢想有一天，阿拉巴馬州能夠有所轉變，儘管該州州長現在仍然滿口異議，反對聯邦法令，但有朝一日，那裡的黑人男孩和女孩將能與白人男孩和女孩情同骨肉，攜手並進。我今天有一個夢想。我夢想有一天，幽谷上昇，高山下降，坎坷曲折之路成坦途，聖光披露，滿照人間。這就是我們的希望。我懷著這種信念回到南方。有了這個信念，我們將能從絕望之嶙劈出一塊希望之石。有了這個信念，我們將能把這個國家刺耳爭吵的聲，改變成為一支洋溢手足之情的優美交響曲。有了這個信念，我們將能一起工作，一起祈禱，一起鬥爭，一起坐牢，一起維護自由；因為我們知道，終有一天，我們是會自由的。在自由到來的那一天，上帝的所有兒女們將以新的含義高唱這支歌：「我的祖國，美麗的自由之鄉，我為您歌唱。您是父輩逝去的地方，您是最初移民的驕傲，讓自由之聲響徹每個山崗。」如果美國要成為一個偉大的國家，這個夢想必須實現。讓自由之聲從新罕布什爾州的巍峨峰巔響起來!讓自由之聲從紐約州的崇山峻嶺響起來？讓自由之聲從賓夕法尼亞州阿勒格尼山的頂峰響起來!讓自由之聲從科羅拉多州冰雪覆蓋的洛基山響起來!讓自由之聲從加利福尼亞州蜿蜒的群峰響起來？不僅如此，還要讓自由之聲從喬治亞州的石嶙響起來？讓自由之聲從田納西州的瞭望山響起來!讓自由之聲從密西西比的每一座丘陵響起來？讓自由之聲從每一片山坡響起來。當我們讓自由之聲響起來，讓自由之聲從每一個大小村莊、每一個州和每一個城市響起來時，我們將能夠加速這一天的到來，那時，上帝的所有兒女，黑人和白人，猶太教徒和非猶太教徒，耶穌教徒和天主教徒，都將手攜手，合唱一首古老的黑人靈歌：「終於自由啦!終於自由啦!感謝全能的上帝，我們終於自由啦!」

Dulce Et Decorum Est

BENT double, like old beggars under sacksKnock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,Till on the haunting flares we turned out backsAnd towards our distant rest began to trudge.Men marched asleep. Many had lost their bootsBut limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hootsOf tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.Gas! GAS! Quick, boys!---An ecstasy of fumbling,Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;But someone still was yelling out and stumblingAnd flound'ring like a man in fire or lime...Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light,As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.If in some smothering dreams you too could paceBehind the wagon that we flung him in,And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;If you could hear, at every jolt, the bloodCome gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cudOf vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,---my friend, you would not tell with such high zestTo children ardent for some desperate glory,The old Lie: Dulce et decorum estPro patria mori.

Bellbirds

BY channels of coolness the echoes are calling,And down the dim gorges I hear the creek falling:It lives in the mountain where moss and the sedgesTouch with their beauty the banks and the ledges.Through breaks of the cedar and sycamore bowersStruggles the light that is love to the flowers;And, softer than slumber, and sweeter than singing,The notes of the bell-birds are running and ringing.The silver-voiced bell birds, the darlings of daytime!They sing in September their songs of the May-time;When shadows wax strong, and the thunder bolts hurtle,They hide with their fear in the leaves of the myrtle;When rain and the sunbeams shine mingled together,They start up like fairies that follow fair weather;And straightway the hues of their feathers unfoldenAre the green and the purple, the blue and the golden.October, the maiden of bright yellow tresses,Loiters for love in these cool wildernesses;Loiters, knee-deep, in the grasses, to listen,Where dripping rocks gleam and the leafy pools glisten:Then is the time when the water-moons splendidBreak with their gold, and are scattered or blendedOver the creeks, till the woodlands have warningOf songs of the bell-bird and wings of the Morning.Welcome as waters unkissed by the summersAre the voices of bell-birds to the thirsty far-comers.When fiery December sets foot in the forest,And the need of the wayfarer presses the sorest,Pent in the ridges for ever and everThe bell-birds direct him to spring and to river,With ring and with ripple, like runnels who torrentsAre toned by the pebbles and the leaves in the currents.Often I sit, looking back to a childhood,Mixt with the sights and the sounds of the wildwood,Longing for power and the sweetness to fashion,Lyrics with beats like the heart-beats of Passion; -Songs interwoven of lights and of laughtersBorrowed from bell-birds in far forest-rafters;So I might keep in the city and alleysThe beauty and strength of the deep mountain valleys:Charming to slumber the pain of my lossesWith glimpses of creeks and a vision of mosses.

The Song of the Banana Man

Touris, white man, wipin his face, Met me in Golden Grove market place. He looked at m'ol' clothes brown wid stain , AN soaked right through wid de Portlan rain, He cas his eye, turn up his nose, He says, 'You're a beggar man, I suppose?' He says, 'Boy, get some occupation, Be of some value to your nation.' I said, 'By God and dis big right han You mus recognize a banana man.'Up in de hills, where de streams are cool, An mullet an janga swim in de pool, I have ten acres of mountain side, An a dainty-foot donkey dat I ride, Four Gros Michel, an four Lacatan, Some coconut trees, and some hills of yam, An I pasture on dat very same lan Five she-goats an a big black ram, Dat, by God an dis big right han Is de property of a banana man.'I leave m'yard early-mornin time An set m'foot to de mountain climb, I ben m'back to de hot-sun toil, An m'cutlass rings on de stony soil, Ploughin an weedin, diggin an plantin Till Massa Sun drop back o John Crow mountain, Den home again in cool evenin time, Perhaps whistling dis likkle rhyme, (Sung)Praise God an m'big right han I will live an die a banana man.'Banana day is my special day, I cut my stems an I'm on m'way, Load up de donkey, leave de lan Head down de hill to banana stan, When de truck comes roun I take a ride All de way down to de harbour side- Dat is de night, when you, touris man, Would change your place wid a banana man. Yes, by God, an m'big right han I will live an die a banana man.'De bay is calm, an de moon is bright De hills look black for de sky is light, Down at de dock is an English ship, Restin after her ocean trip,While on de pier is a monstrous hustle, Tallymen, carriers, all in a bustle, Wid stems on deir heads in a long black snake Some singin de sons dat banana men make, Like, (Sung) Praise God an m'big right han I will live an die a banana man.'Den de payment comes, an we have some fun, Me, Zekiel, Breda and Duppy Son. Down at de bar near United Wharf We knock back a white rum, bus a laugh, Fill de empty bag for further toil Wid saltfish, breadfruit, coconut oil. Den head back home to m'yard to sleep, A proper sleep dat is long an deep. Yes, by God, an m'big right han I will live an die a banana man.'So when you see dese ol clothes brown wid stain, An soaked right through wid de Portlan rain, Don't cas your eye nor turn your nose, Don't judge a man by his patchy clothes, I'm a strong man, a proud man, an I'm free, Free as dese mountains, free as dis sea, I know myself, an I know my ways, An will sing wid pride to de end o my days (Sung)Praise God an m'big right han I will live an die a banana man.'