Recently on the way home, I happened to hear Wu Bai's "Norwegian Forest" playing on the car radio music station. The melodious tune made me somewhat trance-like, this song is somewhat similar to Haruki Murakami's famous novel "Norwegian Wood", both expressing a mysterious attitude towards love in youth. Even though people may be intimate with each other, there is always a forest that cannot be entered. It is a pure land deep in everyone's heart, hence the last line of the song "just the shackles in the heart, how can they be freed".
This song is from so long ago, yet so classic, that I can't even remember if I've ever listened to it from start to finish, but it feels like a lullaby I've heard since I was young. It wasn't until later when I picked up Murakami's novel that I realized the inspiration for this song came from there. Coincidentally, Murakami's "Norwegian Wood" was inspired by the name of a Beatles song, creating a sense of interconnectedness. Music and literature intertwine in different dimensions of time, evolving into many different forms of interpretation.
Did these creators ever think that their works could influence future generations in this way? Perhaps they did, but future generations probably won't know until one day in the future, someone like me, doing something unknown on an unknown day, suddenly remembers these coincidences. Their works will continue to influence and infect the world, transcending the limitations of time and space, becoming an eternal existence.
Many times, the dimension of time determines that we cannot meet people or things beyond the rules, and we cannot tell the people we want to know about what we do and think. Some memories will gradually fade away with the passage of time. Like a small river, flowing slowly forward. The joyful river keeps running forward, without any fatigue. The river water hits the rocks, splashing waves, but the river itself does not notice. Some splashes lose their direction, gradually disappearing, but it doesn't matter. Those splashes leap into the flowers and grass on the bank, waiting for the next spring, the colorful flowers, the lush green grass, are the traces of their visit.
Zhang Ailing once said: Among the countless people, you will meet the person you are destined to meet, in the boundless wilderness of time. Not a step too early, not a step too late, just in time, there is nothing else to say. Only gently say: "Oh, so you are here too."
Perhaps, at this moment, you are reading the words I have written, we are also coincidentally meeting in the wilderness of time, and I will say to you:
"Oh, so you are here too." ✨