Falling in the sunset with your absence. And I awoke into the darkness
The dusty answer that you left The misty water of autumn spring
So I am not against you Despite of your caprice
You would be so nice to me. Despite of your negation
The distance between us Lets me close to you.
When I was young, more than 20 years ago, I had been tried to write my songs what I could respect myself for. But I could not spend a lot of time in writing because I was a full time worker in those days.
While I was on duty, at my office or outside on business, the fragment of melody after another come to mind. Whenever it did, I was strongly sure that it was the precious seed of the masterpiece that I ought to write, and I could not help losing myself in the watering them.
But you know, if you run after two hares, you will catch neither, boy, if you work for your song, you can't work for your meal, or you can't get that song completely.
OK, I would made them in stock, I nodded, then I decided to call my answerphone and record these fragments. Unfortunately, I could not write my masterpiece and I lost my job at last.
The lines above, I did not write down sitting my desk in one time. The idea of "autumn spring" came to mind when I was outside but I could not continue to craft other lines anymore, so I mailed myself the words from my mobile phone, then I came back home, read and finished it
So it is a joint work of Me-Outside and Me-at-home.
