昔日重現

Yesterday Once More

When I was young/I'd listened to the radio/ Waitin'for my favorite songs/When they playedI'd sing along/ It made me smile/ Those were such happy times / And not so long ago/ How I wondered where they'd gone/ But they're back again/ Just like a long lost friend/ All the songs I loved so well/ Every Sha-la-la-la/Every Wo-wo-wo/ Still shines/ Every shing-a-ling-a-ling/That they're starting to sing/ So fine/ When they get to the part/ Where he's breakin'her heart/ It can.....

I don't know why， whatever I sang these days， it must be the song of “Yesterday Once More”. The peaceful melody and the calm rhythm make me have no desire to do anything but listen to it wholeheartedly. After that， Iwould be lost in thought， or to say， in meditation.

When I was young/I'd listened to the radio/Waiting for my favorite songs/When they played I'd sing along/ It made me smile/Those were such happy times/And not so long ago/ How I wondered where they'd gone/But they're back again /Just like a long lost friend/ All the songs Iloved so well/Every Sha-la-la-la/ Every Wo-wo-wo/ Still shines/Every shing-a-ling-a-ling/That they're starting to sing/So fine/When they get to the part/Where he's broken her heart / It's yesterday once more .......

I wonder if it is something like reminiscence. But it should be supposed for older people but not for such a young person as me， because what I have experienced can't be referred to as “old”at all. In this way， nothing deserves my recalling in deep feelings. But， everything happened yesterday is always coming into my view. I can feel every scene， every minute， and even every breath of yesterday， however， when I stretch my hands， I can touch nothing.

I was once obsessed by a question. I asked myself，“What is most likely to dissppear， and what can be eternal?”Yes， what on earth is eternalness， as everything in this world is shuttling erpeatedly between life and death? Perhaps what't most likely to desappear is time， and what can be eternal， I think， is yesterday. As time goes by， many things will fade and disappear， but only yesterday can stay in our memories forever.

Reminiscence does not belong to me anyway. If time is considered as a piece of paper， then a paper with words is certainly more likely to attract people's attention than a paper with nothing on. A paper full of beautiful memories of yesterday is most worthy of cherishing and yearning. But yesterday can't be changed; neither can we change what we have written on the paper. Even though we are not satisfied with the handwriting. What we can do is to write to really make me cry/ Just like before/ It's yesterday once more... ...

Once more ， yesterday.

day， and try my best to make it perfect and beautiful so that it will not make us regret in the future.

Time will never stop for anyone. How I wish there would be no disappointment or regret left when I once again sing the song “Yesterday Once More”tomorrow!

Once more， yesterday.

昔日重現

不知道怎么了，這幾天一開口總會哼出一首歌，就是“yesterday once more”， 舒緩的曲調、平穩的節奏讓我甚至愿意什么也不做地聽著這首歌，然后陷入深思或者說是冥想之中。

應該說是懷舊吧？對我這種年紀的人本來不該有這樣的感覺，因為我所經歷的一切都還不算是“舊”，也本應該沒有什么可令我感懷，但昨日的一切卻總歷歷在目。昨天的每一絲感受，每一分情景都仿佛觸手可及，但卻又永遠不可能再得到。

曾經有這樣一個問題困擾自己：什么最容易消逝，而什么又是永恒的。世間的萬物都在生與滅之間輾轉反復，永恒到底會是什么呢？也許最容易消逝的只是時光，而在時光的流逝中，消逝的昨天才能夠永恒——永恒地存在于時空中、記憶里。

但懷舊終歸不應該是屬于我的。如果說時光是一張紙，那么一張寫著字的紙確實會比一張白紙更能夠吸引人的注意。寫滿昨日輝煌的足跡的紙更令人珍惜和懷念。但是昨日不能更改，即使紙上的字跡不令人滿意，我們也已經不能更改什么，我的權利只有重新書寫今天，盡力將它寫好，寫美，寫得沒有遺憾。

時光的流逝不會因為任何人而改變，我希望當明天的我再次哼起“yesterday once more”時，回想起的一切都沒有失落，沒有遺憾。

（趙 幸）