//...tragic not because it's sad but because it's inevitable and my friend likes to say, "You can hold that tension like a violin string and make something beautiful."//
喺好多個「What If」之後
喺行咗好多路之後
呢啲路途會慢慢交織出一條「路」
一條你唔會一嚟可以望到嘅路
一條伴隨無數個機緣巧合嘅路
一條因為你有堅持而望到嘅路
「望」到呢一條路
需要嘅唔係才華
而係心
而呢一條路
最後會好似一枝箭咁 喺空中劃過
抵達終點 亦回到你心裡面嘅
當初第一個嘅「What If」
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The Arrow and the Song
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
I shot an arrow into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For, so swiftly it flew, the sight
Could not follow it in its flight.
I breathed a song into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For who has sight so keen and strong,
That it can follow the flight of song?
Long, long afterward, in an oak
I found the arrow, still unbroke;
And the song, from beginning to end,
I found again in the heart of a friend.