{"id":182,"date":"2004-03-23T10:54:01","date_gmt":"2004-03-23T10:54:01","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.dimsumdolly.com\/?p=182"},"modified":"2004-03-23T10:54:01","modified_gmt":"2004-03-23T10:54:01","slug":"empty_city","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.dimsumdolly.net\/?p=182","title":{"rendered":"Empty City (&#31354;&#22478;)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/photos10.flickr.com\/12857653_c3e7cbdaed.jpg\" width=\"199\" height=\"400\" alt=\"Two Chairs(small)\" border=\"0\"\/><\/a><br \/>\nEmpty Chairs<br \/>\n<<&#31354;&#22478;>> (Pronounced &#8220;Kong Cheng&#8221; aka Empty City) is the second track from Faye Wong&#8217;s album &#8220;&#23559;&#24859;&#8221; (Forever Love). It&#8217;s one of my favourite tracks in this album.<br \/>\nThe song starts off with Faye Wong singing only to the accompaniment of the piano which gives us an idea of the solitude the song is trying to convey. A little more into the song, the melancholic strands of the violins enter, stirring up the pangs of loneliness and desperation.<br \/>\nThe tinkling sounds of the piano as the pianist runs his fingers down the keys in swift motion together with the violins during the chorus, gives the impression that one is running around the empty city in a desperate search for that loved one.<br \/>\nI&#8217;ve attempted to translate the lyrics here:<br \/>\n<i><b>Empty City<\/b><br \/>\nLiving in the same universe<br \/>\nLearnt to use my eyes to decipher your emotions<br \/>\nLove is a mirror<br \/>\nWho lives in there?<br \/>\nI searched for you<br \/>\nSaw my predator<br \/>\nUncovered the secrets<br \/>\nUsed the strength of my single teardrop<br \/>\nWho invented the drawer<br \/>\nMy heart is locked up in it as something to be treasured<br \/>\nThought love was a ladder<br \/>\nFollowing in its direction<br \/>\nI picked up only a glass shoe<br \/>\nFancy in its design<br \/>\nHurt is the only creator<br \/>\nI don&#8217;t want love&#8217;s empty city<br \/>\nPlease give me your innocence<br \/>\nI don&#8217;t want the handprints of debauchery<br \/>\nMaking an unnecessary sacrifice for it<br \/>\nI don&#8217;t want love&#8217;s empty city<br \/>\nTake away the meteor&#8217;s accompaniment<br \/>\nIn this ageing city<br \/>\nI see only your silhouette<br \/>\nIn this ageing city<br \/>\nI see only your silhouette<br \/>\nLiving in the same universe<br \/>\nLearnt to use my eyes to decipher your emotions<br \/>\nWho invented the drawer<br \/>\nMy heart is locked up in it as something to be treasured<br \/>\nLove is a mirror<br \/>\nWho lives in there?<br \/>\nI searched for you<br \/>\nSaw my predator<\/i><br \/>\n<<&#31354;&#22478;>><br \/>\n* &#20303;&#22312;&#21516;&#19968;&#20491;&#22825;&#39636; &#23416;&#26371;&#29992;&#30524;&#30555;&#21435;&#23450;&#24773;<br \/>\n&#24859;&#24773;&#26159;&#38754;&#37857;&#23376; &#26377;&#35504;&#20303;&#22312;&#37027;&#35041; &#25105;&#23563;&#25214;&#20320;<br \/>\n&#30475;&#35211;&#22825;&#25973; &#40670;&#30772;&#22825;&#27231; &#29992;&#25105;&#19968;&#28404;&#28122;&#30340;&#21147;&#27683; *<br \/>\n&#26159;&#35504;&#30332;&#26126;&#25277;&#23644; &#36899;&#24515;&#19968;&#36215;&#37782;&#19978;&#21435;&#29645;&#24796;<br \/>\n&#20197;&#28858;&#24859;&#26159;&#22825;&#26799; &#38918;&#33879;&#23427;&#30340;&#26041;&#21521;<br \/>\n&#25105;&#21482;&#25791;&#21040;&#29627;&#29827;&#38795;&#23376; &#33457;&#27171;&#32321;&#35079; &#20663;&#24515;&#26159;&#21807;&#19968;&#30340;&#36896;&#29289;<br \/>\n# &#25105;&#19981;&#35201;&#24859;&#30340;&#31354;&#22478; &#35531;&#32102;&#25105;&#20320;&#30340;&#22825;&#30495;<br \/>\n&#25105;&#19981;&#35201;&#24773;&#33394;&#25484;&#32011; &#28858;&#20182;&#20316;&#28961;&#35586;&#30340;&#29351;&#29298;<br \/>\n&#25105;&#19981;&#35201;&#24859;&#30340;&#31354;&#22478; &#25273;&#21435;&#27969;&#26143;&#30340;&#38506;&#35183;<br \/>\n&#22312;&#27506;&#26376;&#28472;&#32769;&#30340;&#22283;&#24230; &#21482;&#30475;&#20320;&#36650;&#24275;&#23531;&#30495; #<br \/>\nRepeat * # # #<br \/>\n&#22312;&#27506;&#26376;&#28472;&#32769;&#30340;&#22283;&#24230; &#21482;&#30475;&#20320;&#36650;&#24266;&#23531;&#30495;<br \/>\n&#20303;&#22312;&#21516;&#19968;&#20491;&#22825;&#39636; &#23416;&#26371;&#29992;&#30524;&#30555;&#21435;&#23450;&#24773;<br \/>\n&#26159;&#35504;&#30332;&#26126;&#25277;&#23644; &#36899;&#24515;&#19968;&#36215;&#37782;&#19978;&#21435;&#29645;&#24796;<br \/>\n&#24859;&#24773;&#26159;&#38754;&#37857;&#23376; &#26377;&#35504;&#20303;&#22312;&#37027;&#35041; &#25105;&#23563;&#25214;&#20320;<br \/>\n&#30475;&#35211;&#22825;&#25973;<br \/>\nGo <a href=\"http:\/\/www.boxup.com\/big5\/music\/album\/2003\/11\/album3320.htm\">here<\/a> for a listen.<br \/>\nAnd just a little about the pic above. I took that pic at the same time I photographed the piano (See <a href=\"http:\/\/www.dimsumdolly.com\/archives\/000189.html\">March 17<\/a> entry). I had this particular shot cropped and enlarged in the darkroom to make it an elongated shot. It&#8217;s one of my favourites.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Empty Chairs (Pronounced &#8220;Kong Cheng&#8221; aka Empty City) is the second track from Faye Wong&#8217;s album &#8220;&#23559;&#24859;&#8221; (Forever Love). It&#8217;s one of my favourite tracks in this album. 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