“A western philosopher once said this-
Women, dazzling diamonds and glittering jewellery have won you illusory majesty.
But what’s left around you is only
snobbish poison, the odour of arrogance and
alluring but fatal fragrance
Women, when you once again salute wealth, hail fame and extol power,
please do not ask about the thrush which sang to you
It has flown away because it has song itself hoarse.
It’s golden voice has perished for the sake of it’s
real, dignified and pure soul.”
Does the nature of a person’s soul depend on playing of a tune?
Or does it depend on her family background?
So what if a person wears branded stuff and plays the piano?
This is the only tune I can play. But so what?
- An extract from 流行花园
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