(Facebook, 22 March 2020, Paris, France)
This is one of my most favourite OST of all time, from an old film which I watched more than 10 yrs ago.
Ranked 3rd after Yonka and Melody of Night.
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I had been a living dead with no soul until I knew him 14 years ago, when I was 12-13 and he was 22-23. He was blue, also blue but a light one. How beautiful...!
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2 weeks after my saddest birthday of the 16th, he played the guitar and sang me some Korean songs. I asked for their names, so that I can listen to them when he's not available. He said he didn't remember... then suddenly he recalled one of them... Actually, he came up with some ideas and named one of them as "Yonka" (Korean name) and "Tình ca" (in Vietnamese) [or "Love song" (in English)]. I was so naive that I believed his jokes. There's no such song called Yonka in Korean. I've always been searching for it, but none of them named Yonka. I cannot remember its lyrics (in Korean) and melody either, but I never forget how it wiped away my tears.
That time, he had moved to South Korea to pursue an MBA at SNU, walking the similar path that I am taking now.
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Ddmmyy that I even don't remember, before going to KBS for some businesses, he sent me a goodbye message in Korean, gg trans at that time translated it as "have four lans". So long afterwards, I figured out that, if I deleted the spaces between those Korean characters, it meant "I love you". But gg was stupid and so was I... It was too late and I was too late.
"havefourlans**********" has been one of my emails for more than 10 yrs.
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Ddmmyy I don't remember, he's back. Finally, he came back! Due to sth that I even don't remember, I was in bad mood. He kept playing the guitar and singing for me all the evening. When the night came and he couldn't disturb his families and neighbours, he turned on Melody of Night instead, all night through, kept chatting with me till 4.00 - 4.30 AM, though he had to go to work and I had to attend class the next morning. He could have simply let me know that it was Melody of Night, then I could play it myself. But he was stubborn and he knew that I was persistent as well, so he kept the name secret and played it for me instead. I even recorded it then posted it on YouTube for help, which took me weeks to track down the name!
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14 Feb 2013, we first met in person, in reality. I always ordered yogurt coffee at Cộng (the café) for a reason and he noticed and remembered that odd habit of mine.
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Summer 2014, he reviewed and revised my CV sent to Baker McKenzie.
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Ddmmyy I don't remember, I was working and missing him (my boss would have killed me if he had known I was texting during work, LOL). He was studying in a politic class for selected potential people only, which required everyone not to use their phone at all. I didn't know that and he tried to reply all of my messages. I sent him a sound-emo that brought him to troubles x_x! Awww stupid me!
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Ddmmyy I don't remember, I visited FTU's library to seek for and scan the thesis that he needed. I never set my feet into any libraries for some reasons, but for him, it's no big deal ^^! Think back then, why did he even ask me to find such thesis? Did he really need it?
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My birthday 2016, he bought me a petite gâteau and cute candles shaped in numbers 2 and 3, asked me to make my wish, played the guitar and sang me some songs again, but he forgot Yonka already...
That was the very first time that I shared his photos onto Facebook, capturing... which can be translated into English as "even if I switch these numbers, they still can't beat your age!" Ironically, unknown bitches hacked my old Facebook and took away all these pictures. But they can never erase him from my heart and mind!
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Ddmmyy I don't remember, I need to design Viễn Minh Liêm Trinh (my precious wooden holder of golden coins used for YiJing), I showed him my sketch. He laughed out loud as it was so ugly. He said he would do, when he had time. Yet he was busy, and I knew that he was. He loved drawing roses and Snoopy, just sketching without colouring.
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Ddmmyy I don't remember, I needed to buy a super good piece of wood to get my Viễn Minh Liêm Trinh carved, he asked around and helped me got one. It was rare with nice smell and sparkles in the dark, but its characteristic was not suitable to carve Viễn Minh Liêm Trinh. Thus, the artist later got me something else, so I asked him (the artist) to carve that wooden piece into a pair of daughter and son. Later on, I asked my father to take good care of them, yes, of the wooden girl and boy, when I had to leave for France.
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2016-2017, something happened... I got out of control and summoned my most evil self. They couldn't handle it either, so they joined forces with the others, set me a dead-end trap and I fell for my selfish love to him.
Before Giao thừa (lunar new year's eve) 2017, I told him that I wanted to see him once last time as I could no longer meet him again. When we would see each other in the future, I would no longer be myself and everything would change. He kept asking me why but I couldn't explain. My heart was not just broken, but scattered! He gave me a special edition of decorative money (giving lucky money is a blessing tradition for lunar new year, but it is only given after Giao thừa, never before such moment). I just put it into my purse. He was astonished and asked if I noticed nothing! I took it out, seeing it thoroughly and carefully, tried to point out anything that look "suspicious". He criticized me for not being sophisticated at all •.°¡ and explained that the ending number was 893 and that he gotta asked around amongst his acquaintances to get such series. 893... why not 593? Or is it 893... 983...? What did he mean? What would he mean? I never asked.
As usual, I kept turning my head again and again and again and again... to see him and see him again, 'coz they say that people must have turned around at least 500 times in their past life to trade for a reconciliation in this life. And other hundreds and thousands times to be friends, families, and life-partners.
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I only broke my promise once, and that was to see him, once last time. I never regret such betrayal of mine to my manipulators I never regret being punished severely
I only regret that I never let him know how I felt and how much I fell for him!
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