It has to be some song by the Hong Kong singer Paula Tsui; she is a big part of my childhood. which one it is depends on the mood. Usually I pick "A Painting" because of its evocative, inspiring lyrics:
As I set off I received a gift from you.
It is a painting, a seagull soaring over the sky.
How rare it was to have someone who knew my heart
Facing this boundless and unknown world, I cannot put words to this feeling.
This aimless flow of people, what indeed do they live for?
Different as their demeanor, each face is etched with a silent protest.
What indeed is shrouded by this foul, confused world,
To the long suffocation of everyone?
The Spring rain, the Summer sun
The Autumn leaves, the Winter gale
Their eerie, mysterious beauty.
Painful is the progression, but youth prevails.
A story, a truth.
A surprise, elating epiphany.
Let the Will to Live shine, and bring forth a world of senses.
A painting, so gallant, so magnificent
Sends my sights quivering
But perhaps it is not proper to weep
Amidst this eternal melody.
If I'm feeling wistful, I go for this song "In Deep Autumn I Stood Aloft".
Huddled together, we talked deep into the night, in hushed voices
Not minding the snow thickening on our backs
An early wakening in early winter, we bared ourselves to each other
What was wrong in the world became right again
Still remembering, in early Spring, in my demureness
I acknowledged in silence
Deep in Autumn, I stood aloft
In half-tears
By the pillow I thought of the past
Still recalling that you have said
Your love will not stay lest your heart be broken
Sounds of the rustling weeds broke the silence of the night
I closed my eyes and thought of the past
I should have sorted it out; time never waited
Yet I put aside my doubts and hoped for a change
Gazing ahead, about -- the scenery recedes.
Tears mingle with the drizzle.
No more questions: past woes are like rain, like dew
Gently falling, on fields of new harvest
Tumbling along the wind to the wastelands.
Whatever has long gone; yoked hearts now weary and separate
At long last I understood it is all futile
Wind keeps howling, a solitary echo through the late Autumn sky
The willow leaves, witnesses to my love, pile deep
Why I alone is permeated by the fog, the rain?
or "Love is like Threads of Rain"
Love is like threads, the wind like shears
You may forsake love, but sentiments cannot be severed
The grey sky and the grey rain
Gently bring back such memories and sadness.
Love is like threads of rain
May I ask if a few had entangled you
I wonder if you know
The feeling of love is eternal.