Going Home

In ancient Chinese folks and myths, there always lie miseries and poignancy. Very often they involve a wife waiting for the long gone hardworking husband, or an encounter of a young man and a young woman at the wrong place and the wrong time. The butterfly lovers, the legend of the Amah rock, the story of Peach Blossom, the cowherd and the weaver girl...Forbidden love and departure seem to be playing a key role in these beautiful stories. Today, I would love to tell a story about Going Home. The music is a first person narration of a guy, travelling from afar back to his home, where his beloved wife was waiting. Slopes were steep but flowers and fruits blossomed. Nights were cold but the moon was bright. Gods were touched and they protected him along his way home. Time was hard but his wife and his home were his motivation. He smiled all along and finally, there stood his wife behind the well in front of their house, who had never changed on the inside and the outside.
 

林夕的詞： 難道中國傳奇是 情要變慘事 憑遺憾出詩意

望夫石的傳説，婦人每天手抱幼子背起長子，登上山崗遙望海洋，希望能盼得為了謀生計的夫君歸來。可惜等着等着，並沒有把夫君等回來。 感動蒼天化成石頭永守山崗，對婦人來説，並不是賞賜。

桃花莊院中借水喝的詩人崔護對美麗女子念念不忘，隔天想再去拜訪卻因急事遠行，此去就是一年。隔年回鄉再拜訪莊院，滿園的桃花依舊盛放，那女子卻已不見芳蹤。 去年今日此門中，人面桃花相映紅；人面不知何處去，桃花依舊笑春風。

祝英台等了三年，梁山伯才意識到她的女兒身，但為時已晚，已被許配給馬家的她淚奔抑鬱而死的梁山伯的墳墓。 二人化為蝴蝶雙雙飛去。 但我們都知道， 蝴蝶的壽命最長也不過是12個月。

等，全是等待。 但這一次，我要說一個故事，一個讓人微笑的故事，這是一個男子歸家的故事。 在遠方有一個家，婦人在等着他。遍地霧霾，竹林中摸索。 越過一個一個山頭，又到河流。  遍地花果，男子心如高飛的鳥，他不能再等了。 雨粉是甜的，鳥語是輕快的。 那個家，那個她，都在等着。天地神靈都在眷顧他，為他引路。 山坡上化身公牛的，冷夜中化身螢火蟲的，還有遠處的北斗七星都在陪着他。  這一趟路，辛苦了。 二人只隔着一口井。 他慢慢停下來，眼前的她，並未曾變。