Musical journey (145)

You know I've been wanting to go home yet can't find enough motivation? This problem is unfortunately getting worse. As a person who is not into travelling, the COVID restrictions and the fact that I already fly frequently for work are all contributing factors to this lethargy. The "final nail in the coffin" is the high prices as everyone wants to travel to Singapore now that there's no more quarantine requirements. Scoot, a budget airline, can charge more than a thousand bucks one way!

Regardless of how much I miss Singapore food and my mum, I just can't find the energy to go, especially now that work has changed the charter flight schedules yet again, thereby creating uncertainty around my rotational dates.

Coincidentally (or maybe ironically), many years ago, I wrote a song about wanting to return home (figuratively). That was a time when there were constant family quarrels as I struggled with issues of coming out at the same time. In the song, I wrote about the home that I remembered where everything was rosy. That was when I was young and still naive and it was growing up and the realisation that the real world was so cruel that killed the image of that warm loving home.

Fast forward 23 years, I've now refreshed that song with a new tune and it's time to take you on this musical journey for September 2022. Enjoy!

[回想 • 回家]

词 ／ 曲 ： 锦泉
 

想起了从前

一眨眼就十几年
想回到过去

我人却在异乡

回不了从前

那温馨的画

如今已褪色风化
每一次想到这里泪水

情不自禁偷偷流下

让我回家  回家
回到我原来那个家
那是个最美丽的地方

没忧愁没哀伤
我当时为何没珍惜它

我要回家  回家
我不惜付出任何代价
事实总是催人成长

但我宁可回家
也不要这么快长大

那是个什么

什么样子的时代
那时候我们活得多愉快

叹好景已不再

我不忍目睹

摆在眼前的错误
我心里却深深地明了

真实世界冷冷的残酷

让我回到从前的家

好吗


[Missing Home • Returning Home]

Written By: Kim
 

Thinking back
More than ten years pass in a blink
I want to go back to that time
But I am in a foreign land
And I cannot return

That warm and loving portrait
Now faded and worn
When I think back
Tears always fall uncontrollably

Let me return home

Return to that home I remember
That is the most beautiful place
Where there is no worry and sadness
Why did I not treasure it in the past

Let me return home
I am willing to pay any price in return
The truth has forced me to mature
But I would rather return home
And not grow up so fast

I wonder what that period is
When we lived so happily
Alas good times never last

I cannot bear to see
The mistake in front of my eyes
I now understand deep in my heart
How coldly cruel the real world is

Please let me return to the home I remember