This is the english version of the script. It will act as the subtitles for our short film titled "但。。。"
Crowded Streets/Busy Road:
Busy traffic, crowded streets…
In this boundless huge crowds, there are seemingly familiar faces
However, I believe that everyone of us is caught up in our individual space
The pace of the ever changing world is too fast
and I am lagging behind.
It’s a pity, whoever takes the time to appreciates the tiny details of their surrounding
and who will understand the desire of a soul?
Playground:
I yearn for a return to my childhood. Those were the happiest days of my life
Reminiscing on the good times shared with my brother and cousins.
Those were the nostalgic moments.
Back in the days, our haven was a playground beneath where we stayed.
We had our fun.
It was the simple joy that brought upon our happiness.
However now, the playground was demolished. What remains is a vacant land of our scattered pieces of childhood memories. Almost like a forgotten past, left with no traces.
I guess, those childhood playmates have grown and lead better lives than me?
Christmas:
Christmas is nearing, but I have never felt the joy of it. It could be due to my reserve nature. I refrain from sharing my feelings, whether it be joy or sadness, I kept it all to myself. While I can’t help feeling the need for someone to be there for me.
For a cold heart needs moments of warmth too. Well, who can I turn to?
Deserted bus stop:
I heard someone said: The process of waiting is beautiful. The beauty lies within the anticipation.
for all my life, what am I waiting for? Why am I always feeling hopeless comparing to the rest?
that day, I was at that bus stop, and I heard something whispered in my ears:
for all that will eventually come, patience is the key...
I was clueless to when eventually will my key to happiness arrived...
Plane:
The plane flew across the dusk...the wind brushes across the cheek
The dandelion dance with the wind
The mellow gold moment bridges a reunion with the olden times
A urge for me to grow a pair of wings and fly to freedom
However, will the sorrows be gone while I fly?
Big Tree:
The blooming tree spreads its branches and leaves across the horizon
It provides shelter for the smaller organisms
while I am helpless...
through the years, it had grown bigger and stronger than me
Can my frail stature withstand the weathering?
Back Alley:
The shadow is my closest companion in the back alley
while I walk....
It grew longer as I walked away from the light
With a cigarette in my hand, I proceed with the 5 minutes of luxury.
The graffiti on the wall, accompanied an unwelcomed guest like me with their liveliness.
There is beauty in darkness but being in darkness for too long, it will consume me.
Clark Quay:
Can alcohol intoxicate a weary soul? I do not have the answer.
It provides me with short term comfort, It evaporates my worries
It makes me forget the existence of someone, It is my form of self humoring
It can change one’s values in life
can it really make me happy?
is it a friend or a foe?
However, I could not decide
Tunnel:
The tunnel is a mysterious entrance to a world of another dimension
The recurring reverb caused one to feel the familiar uneasiness
The pedestrians in the tunnel seems different from their usual form
All of the emotions have been engulfed by the old fluorescent light
The hallucination is a mysterious temptation…
But…will there be any reciprocation in being true?
Beach:
Gazing across the vast calm sea, the moment....boundless.
I revealed my secret to the sea...
The waves crashing upon the shores, washes away the traces
leaving behind scars of the past
letting go is a virtue.... looking afar, the children are happily playing. Happiness is infectious.
However… Can I still feel the same way ever again?
Can you tell me?...
Updates!
We are now on the way to complete our packaging and report. It will be complete by this weekend and (definitely looking forward for submission of our project!) : )
Monologues:
Crowded Street/Busy Road:
川流不息的交通，人来人往的街上， 就这样？
在这茫茫人海当中， 我看见许多你我都熟悉的面孔。
但我深信在每一个人的世界里，都存有属于自己独有的空间
这世界变化太快，脚步也跟着快，我的步伐。。。跟不上了。
遗憾的是，繁忙都市里，有谁愿意停下脚步多加观察留意自己周围的狭小细节？
又有谁会体会到一颗深沉的心， 在奢望着什么？
Playground：
本人想回到纯真的同年。那是在我成长岁月里最美好的时光。
浮现在脑海里的记忆中，我看见大哥， 表哥， 表弟表妹和我。。。吵闹中景象。
他们如此的深刻。
还记得当时，住家楼下的游乐场就像似我们的天堂，有着数不尽的快乐。我们所谓的快乐就只是那么的简单。
如今，游乐场已被裁毁，剩下的只是一片空地还有许多人的岁月回忆。。。但一点痕迹都不留，像是被遗忘的过去。多年不见的他们应该也过的比我好吧？
Christmas ：
圣诞节的脚步一再的靠近，但我却从来没有感受到佳节的气氛。可能是本人一向孤僻的关系， 不太喜欢与它人分享。。。内心的感受。。。快乐的与不快乐的。。。都独自一个人承担。可有时，我却不由自主的渴望着另一个活着的陪伴。我想，这颗寒冷的心，也需要片刻的温暖。。。但要从何取暖？
Deserted Bus Stop：
我听过有人说：等待的过程是美的。。。因为美妙的是期待。。。到来。。。
这一生中，我都在等待着什么？为什么我的期待总比他人少了那么一些？
那天，我又回到那车站。。。我。。。听见风说：会来的总会来，耐心等待。。。你的期待。。。
我不明白，开往幸福的那趟车何时才会来？
Plane：
看飞机划过那黄昏的天空，凉快的清风吹着脸蛋。。。
草丛边的蒲公英，又偏偏起舞了。
泛黄景象多美，像是与昔日的重逢。
有一股冲动，把躯体化生为一双翅膀。。。飞向那无限的天空自由翱翔。
但是否一切的不愉快也能被带走？
Big Tree：
茂盛的大树，伸搌的枝叶似乎能盖过整片天。
它雄伟的体阔能为无数的生物。。。遮风，挡雨。
而我却无能为力。。。多年以来，它长得比我佐壮。
我脆弱的身躯。。。还能抵挡多少雨打风吹？
Back Alley：
在后巷，影子是我最亲密的伴与。
那。。。当我走着。。。走着。。。
它随着距离与灯光而被拉长。。。
手里握着一根烟，延续五分种的快感。
路膀墙上的涂鸦绘画，似有灵魂般的陪伴着
我这位不俗过客。
黑暗始终有黑暗的美
但活在黑暗世界太久， 陌生的会是光明。
Clark Quey：
酒精能否麻醉疲惫的心灵？答案？ 我没有。。。
它能给我短站的安慰。它能把懊恼的事化为云烟
它能使我忘了他人的存在，它是我自嘲的幽默
它能改变价值观。。。
它能让我快乐？
它究竟是朋友，还是敌人？
但。。。我摸不清。。。
Tunnel：
人行地下道，总是充满了一股神秘感，像走进了异度空间
当杂乱的回音令人感到不安却又熟悉。
穿梭在地下道的人，都似乎换上新的面容。。。
所有的情绪，几乎都被那暗淡的白灯覆盖着了。
这一种迷幻像未知的诱惑。。。
但是否只要付出真心，就会有回报？
Beach：
遥望着一览无疑的大海。这一刻。。。海阔天空。
我对大海说了个秘密。。。
拍打在岸上的浪花， 把一成一成的癍迹都膜脎掉， 产留是过往已沉淀的悲伤。
做人要放的开，，，看着远方，孩子们悠闲的习水，快乐是能够分享与传染的。但我是否还能有如此的感受？
就请你告诉我。
