Fan Fiction |
by sUm^MeR
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[Year 2004]
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The sound of guitar strumming a soothing melody was heard.
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xiang hui dao guo qu
(I want to return to the past)
shi zhe rang gu shi ji xu
(Trying to let our story continues)
zhi shao bu zai rang ni li wo er qu
(At least, I wouldn’t let you leave my side again)
fen san shi jian de zhu yi
(Diverting the time)
zhe ci hui bao de geng jin
(This time I'll hold you tighter)
zhe yang wan liu bu zhi hai lai bu lai de ji
(This kind of request, don’t know if I don't know if it's already too late or not)
xiang hui dao guo qu
(I want to return to the past)
si xu bu duan zu dang zhe hui yi bo fang
(My thoughts never seemed to stop displaying those memories)
mang mu de zhui xun reng ran kong kong dang dang
(Anxiously chasing and searching, and yet still in this great emptiness)
hui meng meng de ye wan shui yi you bu zhi duo dao na qu
(Sleepin under the dusky night sky, not knowing know where to hide)
yi zhuan shen gu dan yi tang zai shen pang
(The moment I realize, loneliness is already by my side)
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Faintly, she heard the song coming to an ending. Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes. Somehow, she has a feeling that she used to be so close, so very close to the voice who sang it.
"Hebe," she turned to her co-worker sitting next to her, driving. "Whose song is this?"
And from hundreds of male singers across Taiwan, HongKong, and China, she could have wished that he was someone else...
Someone else besides...
"Jay Chou," Hebe's lips slightly part, surprised, "Oh no Jo! Don't tell me you've never heard of him! Everyone in Taiwan should know who he is! He's the king of Chinese Music!"
"Yes, I've heard," she barely moves her head.
Well the truth is, she doesn't only "have heard" of him.
She knew him, VERY well.
He was her first love.
And it all happened five years ago.
Xiang Hui Dao Guo Qu...
(I really want to return to the past)...
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Still vividly clear in her memory, the day when her sketchbook started to be full of his images. The images of him in the middle of the basketball court, leading the game, displaying a different kind of aura from all of other players.
His name was Jay, she had heard. Looking at the girls fencing the court while shouting out for his name throughout the game, she could tell that he was not a nobody.
Nevertheless, she never cared about his name, nor did she care about his popularity. All she cared was the passion he brought within every game that he took part in.
It inspired her to capture the energy and express it on her sketches.
Days by days, she would be sitting at the side of the court, watching him, sketching him silently. Once she finished her sketch, she’d left. No one would ever thought that she was ever around.
She never lifted up her head and made any eye contact with him. She couldn’t even identify how he really looked like. Only when he started dribbling the ball, there was when she could tell that, yes, it's him.
One day, she was sitting in a bus alone. Letting the sunlight illuminated her sketches of him, she adored them silently. She’d been drawing so many beautiful still images, and yet none had the same kind of beauty as the one he brought to her drawing.
That was the first time her hand never got bored of sketching the same person every single day.
She felt the bus stopped. Standing up, she strutted in a hurry toward the exit.
But something, something she wished would never happen to her happened. She tripped and her sketchbook went flying out of her hands. But before she fell hard on her knees, suddenly, a strong hand grabbed her by the forearm, pulling her up.
“Be careful.”
Without lifting her head, she nodded nervously.
"Thanks.”
She saw that her sketchbook was then lying on the ground. Its pages had flipped over, giving everyone a showcase of her drawings.
O Shit!
Embarrassed, she snatched it and rushed as fast as she could to exit the bus.
She was hoping nobody could identify whose image she sketched.
Unfortunately, he could.
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Edited:
10/11/04