生命之旅 - Life as a journey....

They said, I am empathy.
I scared them sometime.

I like Sting's music and Josh Groban's voice.
Sting is the speaker of the unfulfilled love.
Josh is the voice of heart.

I am also fond of Chris Botti.
A good yummy looking jazz musician.

In his Chris Botti in Boston on PBS, I can't believe the 3 beautiful voices played this one together.
Time frozen when I heard them play this piece...

He deals the cards as a meditation
And those he plays never suspect
He doesn't play for the money he wins
He doesn't play for the respect
He deals the cards to find the answer
The sacred geometry of chance
The hidden law of probable outcome
The numbers lead a dance

When they sang -
I was sent back to the bitter days in college...
I was, am, major in math.
My dream as a teen, to master the number, the logic, the source of all science...
A dream, cost me such an awful high price to meet, crippled me, paralyzed me, become an emotional handicap.

I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart

Yet, everything seems to happen for a reason, as if the sorrow of my name was long written...
Not the name I was given, but the name that chose me.
I walk into a fate, the destiny, full of conflict, what chance do I have ?
After all have happened and repeated ?

He may play the jack of diamonds
He may lay the queen of spades
He may conceal a king in his hand
While the memory of it fades

Oh, the memory...
Whoever said time will heal, will never understand the knife on my heart...
The scar on my soul...
It never fades, I just turn my head and pretend not seeing,
but it hurts...

I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart
That's not the shape, the shape of my heart

The shape of your heart ? It's cruel and cold.
The shape of my heart ? It's already long lost.

And if I told you that I loved you
You'd maybe think there's something wrong
I'm not a man of too many faces
The mask I wear is one
Those who speak know nothing
And find out to their cost
Like those who curse their luck in too many places
And those who fear are lost

Maybe, maybe for split second many years ago, you did.
I am sure, love, I weep for you, pity how you chose...

I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart
That's not the shape of my heart

Your decision, my failure, your loss...
And history, has the most strangest way, to repeat itself...
In many forms, through time and space...
We shall see...
I will stand still, as before, as present, as forever.