When I look into your eyes
I can see a love restrained
But darlin' when I hold you
Don't you know I feel the same
'Cause nothin' lasts forever
And we both know hearts can change
And it's hard to hold a candle
In the cold November rain
Siren's Song
Saturday, February 21, 2004
It's one kind cute that he's associated with sweet lil' baah baah he-lambs. True, the "yang2" in his name can mean many things related to woolly sheep and wise-looking mountain goats. Incidentally, he sports a goatee too. (Sidetrack: the word "sport" can be used to mean "frolic" e.g. lambs sporting in the meadow) (B)aaah. =) Such coincidence.
But but.. why can't parallels be drawn between his name and the sun? I've always had an inordinate fondness for the sun. I love the glorious heat emanating from that great fireball up there prickling and blistering my skin as I bask on a beach chair. To feel myself evaporating is a sheer form of escapism in itself. Liberation. Emancipation. It almost feels as though one is rising towards the heavens. =)
In a way that didn't cross his mind, his name is tattooed on me.
