梁祝小提琴協奏曲 – 王華翼演奏

“Dotty, I have been practising one score every evening for the last four years. It says everything I want to say in words, but cannot seem to find the words my butterfly.

It is the story of a very simple man. A man who is not too modern. Who perhaps would have been much more comfortable in the age of sail, candles and swords. One day this man looked out and he saw dark clouds over the horizon – he knew, that life would be progressively unbearable in Singapore. As the leadership seemed to be far more interested in worshipping money rather than serving the people. He was after all a simple man who saw the world prosaically. So one day he told his tribe that they had to take wing to seek their fortune in distant lands. And if they did not, life would simply be a grind. As the leaders could no longer be trusted to do the right and honorable thing any longer. So one by one they took flight like birds. This man realized life would be hard. He knew sacrifices would have to be made. And one of the hardest things he had to do was to lie to the woman he loved – to even tell her that he did not love her and that it was best that she did not wait for him and marry another man instead. He was after all a simple man who simply wanted the best for her.

In the first year when this man tried his best to turn the wheel of life in a foreign land – the wheel did not budge at all. No matter how hard he pushed, it did not relent. But this simple man persevered and one day it began to shift. And when this wheel of life began to turn earnestly and this simple man began to make progress. Some did not like it. They considered him too ambitious for his own good. So they waged war on him. And this man took up arms against them. By the third year all his enemies had been vanquished. All their lands were his. And by this time, the man who once left to seek his fortune in distant lands began to reflect on whether perhaps he might have made a mistake. But since he was a simple man. He never once looked back. He had after all made a promise. And he was not the sort who broke agreements. Till one day when he must have wished so hard to turn back time itself that maybe his kindred spirits, the birds and trees took pity on him and transformed this simple man into a butterfly. It is best if I stop here Dotty and just allow the music to tell the rest of the story.”