四月七号那天晚上，看到新闻网站公布阿桑的死讯。去世的消息相当突然，因为她一直把病情隐瞒大家。我知道后觉得很不舍，不过想深一层，如果常听她的歌，你会知道那的确是她的作风。

她从小就过着躲债的生活，一路打零工撑到现在成为歌手。她比更多人知道什么叫人情冷暖，人间无常，也比许多同年的人成熟。也许因此知道世间许多事情说出来其实于事无补。让人痛心的是她理智的沉默，没有戏剧性的高呼上苍不公，只有静静一个人面对病魔。

但至少，她还有留下好听的歌声陪伴大家。

阿桑，希望你在另一个世界可以更快乐。

新闻：http://www.kwongwah.com.my/news/2009/04/07/31.html



The rose

Some say love, it is a river, that drowns the tender reed
Some say love, it is a razor, that leaves your soul to bleed
Some say love, it is a hunger, an endless aching need
I say love, it is a flower, and you, it’s only seed

Its the heart afraid of breaking, that never learns to dance
Its the dream afraid of waking, that never takes the chance
Its the one who won’t be taken, who can’t seem to give
And the soul afraid of dying, that never learns to live

When the night has been too lonely and the road has been too long
And you think that love is only for the lucky and the strong
Just remember that in the winter, far beneath the bitter snow
Lies the seed, that with the sun’s love in the spring becomes the rose.