
市中心,一處幽靜....多少年來...
我們期待的是沒有煩惱的時光..... 沒有爭戰的日子...
學生問我, 為什麼人類只有在大災難如地震之後, 才見真情? 才懂得珍惜?
也許想珍惜的人已經不在人間了???

To advance, to transpire, to transcent, through music, through space, from mountain to mountian, ocean to ocean, one night club to one religious retreat...
Life is but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon stage,
And then is heard no more, it is a tale,
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
上海下著雪,在高樓俯視著,
只見喘息的寶島過客, 熙熙攘壤,
只聞穿梭近似的血脈, 爭奇鬥場。
黃埔千年來灌溉著她, 永恆的沉浮起落。
遊子兒女, 踏遍千里,
夜夜牽戀, 仍是異鄉。
生來孤獨,去時獨處,無處無時皆不孤獨。
只願如心如身的陪伴你,直到無始無終之日。