再度孤獨

再度孤獨

(這篇是新寫的)

大家好！我係二少爺啊。今次我要介紹一首舊歌，大家看了題目後不要以為我會介紹1984年甄妮的《再度孤獨 (Love Is Over)》。今次介紹Gilbert O'Sullivan 在1972年出版的 “Alone Again (Naturally)"。一首41年前的英文舊歌，充滿哲理。

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歌詞內容大慨如下︰

在不久的以前，我生活尚算OK。某天我被女友拋棄，我爬上附近的一個塔，攀登到頂部，我想跳下去。希望女友會因我的死而後悔，讓她在教堂中成為罪人。但最後我想通了，決定唔死，自己爬落塔，我孤獨地步行回家。沒有女友，我又再度孤獨。

以前的我很開朗，積極地展望將來，但結果呢？我的期望不能達到。現實把我輾碎。究竟上帝存在嗎？如果祂存在的話，為何在我最需要祂的時候，祂不憐憫我？我又再度孤獨。

我認為世上有很多無法修補、破碎的心，亦無人會理會，我們該怎麼辦呢？我只知道我再度孤獨。

回憶裡於多年前，我記得當我父親去世時，我大哭一場。父親65歲時過身，母親不明白為什麼上帝要帶走她唯一深愛的男人，母親心傷透。儘管我安慰母親，但她沒有再說話。當我母親去世時，我哭了一整天，我…再度孤獨。

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人孤身來到這世上，當然也會孤身離開呢個世界。

年輕時侯需要別人的關注，需要朋輩認同，需要「埋堆」來肯定自己的價值。生日時會找很多朋友來慶祝。及後有了自己家庭和子女，把大部分時間花在家庭上，陪朋友的時間少了，繼而疏遠了朋友。一大班朋友最後只剩下幾位死黨。人越大，生日越想跟家人慶祝(可能做了咁多年人，終於明白朋友如浮雲)。

老夫妻當中有一個行先，剩下那位就更加孤獨。仔女要忙自己的家庭。老人家體能衰退和身體多病，就算跟想遊山玩水都有心無力了。

很多獨居老人要孤單地行完人生道路。死在老人院、醫院。或者在家中急病失救，等到屍體發出臭味才被鄰居發現報警。

說來雖然消極，但真實囉。

大家不妨聽聽呢首可能年紀大過你嘅英文歌。

Alone Again (Naturally) - Gilbert O'sullivan

In a little while from now,

If I'm not feeling any less sour

I promised myself to treat myself

And visit a nearby tower,

And climbing to the top,

Will throw myself off

In an effort to make it clear to whoever

What it's like when your shattered

Left standing in the lurch, at a church

Where people saying,

"My God that's tough, she stood him up!

No point in us remaining.

We may as well go home."

As I did on my own,

Alone again, naturally

To think that only yesterday,

I was cheerful, bright and gay,

Looking forward to, but who wouldn't do,

The role I was about to play

But as if to knock me down,

Reality came around

And without so much as a mere touch,

Cut me into little pieces

Leaving me to doubt,

Talk about God in His mercy

For if He really does exist

Why did He desert me

In my hour of need?

I truly am indeed,

Alone again, naturally

It seems to me that

There are more hearts

Broken in the world

That can't be mended

Left unattended

What do we do? What do we do?

Alone again, naturally

Now looking back over the years,

And what ever else that appears

I remember I cried when my father died

Never wishing to hide the tears

And at sixty-five years old,

My mother, God rest her soul,

Couldn't understand why the only man

She had ever loved had been taken

Leaving her to start with her heart

So badly broken

Despite encouragement from me

No words were ever spoken

And when she passed away

I cried and cried all day

Alone again, naturally