My OperaSonata1:what am I to you?
Tuesday, September 19, 2006 2:15:58 PM
I have been thinking these days,what is actually a charm for love?
Imaging,if I lose what I have now,will you still in love with me?
Sometimes I just can't help dreaming if my face is not my face anymore,it becomes to another look,how will you recognise me?By voice,by smile or by smell?
Or maybe you will just choose to ... forget?
This is a true story about Leon and I since year 2000 and ...finish on year 2005.
A kind of alluring smell permeate in the air,it is a season for love, I was on my way home and thinking so.It was the first spring since I enrolled in this university. I just can't help imaging if there is a cute man walking with me and gently put his arm on my shoulder...
Of course,dream is just a dream.I still need to sit in front of the piano and play the dryly Chopin etude,Not emotionally but technically.I started to learn playing the piano when I was 3 years old.It hears quite miserable,doesn't it?I always say that my mum used my little curiosity of music and push me on a long journal of music.But I know,when I grow up,I will understand what I have gain from this long journal and I will say thanks to my mum.
Another aimlessly day,I suddenly decided to change a way home.It is a little exciting for me just like steal your deskmate's new pen. The view on another street is always beautiful because of the novelty.A kind of special smell flied over the air on this street and left me a deep mermory of it,just like a stamp on my heart.
There is a book shop at the end of this street and I went there willingly. A young and fresh look man smiled to me and tried to help me in this book shop.I clapped my eyes on him,brown hairs,brown eyes and bronze-coloured skin.To be honest,he is definitely my type.I looked around the book shop rapidly and picked up a movie magazine and asked him:"how much for this one?" He s took the magazine from me and said:"Fifteen dollars." I paid the money and tried to talk to him,but there were many another customers.I had to go."Hey!I'm Leon!"he shouted to me.I turned around,smiled and said:"Cecile!"
I can clearly felt my heartbeat at that time although other people showed their dissatisfaction about us shouting in the book shop. I walked out the book shop and can't help turning around looked at him.Am I in love?I don't know...
TO BE CONTINUED
Imaging,if I lose what I have now,will you still in love with me?
Sometimes I just can't help dreaming if my face is not my face anymore,it becomes to another look,how will you recognise me?By voice,by smile or by smell?
Or maybe you will just choose to ... forget?
This is a true story about Leon and I since year 2000 and ...finish on year 2005.
A kind of alluring smell permeate in the air,it is a season for love, I was on my way home and thinking so.It was the first spring since I enrolled in this university. I just can't help imaging if there is a cute man walking with me and gently put his arm on my shoulder...
Of course,dream is just a dream.I still need to sit in front of the piano and play the dryly Chopin etude,Not emotionally but technically.I started to learn playing the piano when I was 3 years old.It hears quite miserable,doesn't it?I always say that my mum used my little curiosity of music and push me on a long journal of music.But I know,when I grow up,I will understand what I have gain from this long journal and I will say thanks to my mum.
Another aimlessly day,I suddenly decided to change a way home.It is a little exciting for me just like steal your deskmate's new pen. The view on another street is always beautiful because of the novelty.A kind of special smell flied over the air on this street and left me a deep mermory of it,just like a stamp on my heart.
There is a book shop at the end of this street and I went there willingly. A young and fresh look man smiled to me and tried to help me in this book shop.I clapped my eyes on him,brown hairs,brown eyes and bronze-coloured skin.To be honest,he is definitely my type.I looked around the book shop rapidly and picked up a movie magazine and asked him:"how much for this one?" He s took the magazine from me and said:"Fifteen dollars." I paid the money and tried to talk to him,but there were many another customers.I had to go."Hey!I'm Leon!"he shouted to me.I turned around,smiled and said:"Cecile!"
I can clearly felt my heartbeat at that time although other people showed their dissatisfaction about us shouting in the book shop. I walked out the book shop and can't help turning around looked at him.Am I in love?I don't know...
TO BE CONTINUED
