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Norwegian Wood

Yok says that i like this song very much. Yes, I do.

Everytime I listen to this song, I feel that I am in the old British house with a strong fire in the fireplace, and it is about 9ish in the evening and it is always in the winter.
Most of time I would sit on the sofa, by the side of the fireplace and the smell of old carpet and wood would mix up to become a scent of enternity--old, but timeless.

I would repeat the song again and again with eyes closing to let the every little stories of my life run in my mind without any pause. Most of time, I couldn't even have time to think of any event happened in my life, the song repeated itself again.

Life is very long if I can live up to 80 years old, but life is also relatively very short, if we only extract the essence of it and compare it with a legth of a song, like the Norwegian Wood, maybe life could be shorter than 2 minutes and 5 seconds.

Well, this is what I always think of when listening to the song, and I still don't know how long my life could be if it could be played as music by other people like I play the song. Would they repeat my life like I repeat the song? Would they have certain imagination of my life like I do to the song?

By repeating the song I love, my life has been pushed forward by the time, non-repeatly, again.

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