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六个春天已过去 现在的你在哪里
你就这样沉沉睡去 留下的只有回忆
多么想闭上眼睛 在梦里和你相遇
擦去了脸上的泪滴 因为我看见你
多么幸福多么的美丽 那个原来的你
是否知道我深深爱着你

没有人能取代你在我心里 不管在哪里
没有你依赖在我怀里 我回到冷清
秋去春来花谢花开的四季 看似美丽风景
可是最后我还是失去你
没有你的天气 就像下过大雨也不会天晴

-- 词，曲，唱：许鸿威

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***

"Hongwei, it will get better, right? It will get better with time, right? I will stop crying myself to sleep, right?"

Even though I thought I knew the answer, things have just been too difficult lately; I needed to hear it from someone else.

"It will," he said. "You will."

***

5 AM, and he's awake too.

Despite all the stick I give him for his crazy antics, Hongwei (previously referred to as HW) broke me tonight. He's written many songs in the past, but this one... this one -- only someone who's ever lost a loved one would be able to encapsulate all of the emotions so beautifully.

You never can compare grief; each tragedy is unique to the people involved. I cannot imagine the pain of losing one's mother -- and I pray that I won't, not for a long time to come, anyway -- but the one constant is that we will all have to make that trip of recovery.

***



Seven blooms of orchids from our garden, where Rocky spent so many hours in -- sun-bathing, eating grass, having his doggy-fun. We laid them down beside him just before he was put in the furnace to be cremated. Maybe, just maybe.

***

I asked him what he does with all these beautiful songs that he writes: "So only your friends get to hear them?"

"Yup."

"That's a pity. You have a gift, you know..." I paused. "Hongwei, IF I have a blog, do you mind if I quote the lyrics?"

"Can..."

I took a deep breath. "Hongwei, IF I have a blog, do you mind if I upload the song?"

"Can..."

"Okay."

"So do you have a blog?"