Why do Man (and I really do mean ladies and gentlemen in this case) often appreciate others only when they are gone? Just take MJ for an example. He has been making very decent music for many years, but was only remembered for his achievements when he kicked the bucket. It got the technically bankrupt Californian state spending millions on his funeral (somebody give Senator Arnie a brain transplant), and the folks at American Music Awards to award him not 1, but 5 (!!) posthumous awards for his 2003 album (a joke that was only saved by Lady Gaga's performance).
Not a bad thing, really, if you are stuck with a lousy nose job, rotten career, dumped by your wife for the Nth time etc. In short, your life is chicken shit.
If you have watched the play <<天冷就回来>>, you would remember this song <<某某人>> by Singapore 新谣 Maestro 梁文福, which perfectly describes this paradox.
<<某某人>>
某某人他住在很那个的小镇
那个的镇上住着很多人
很多人总喜欢很那个地问
某某人是不是什么人的什么人
某某人他也像任何人
有很多的烦恼很那个的责任
来不及去想也不习惯去问
做一个没人特别提起的某某人
其实某某人他并不介意任何人
可是任何人总有恩怨来分
有些人的朋友难免总是有些人的敌人
所以某某人总须要得罪某某人
某某人有他的快乐和愚蠢
当每个人随便他不会太认真
他有足够的聪明慢慢学会什么叫做安份
该不懂的时候不会很那个地问
某某人重覆着很多人的故事
白天他演现实晚上看电视
青春是幻梦理想是很那个的空
教堂在敲着婚礼和丧礼的钟
其实某某人他并不介意任何人
可是任何人总有恩怨来分
有些人的朋友难免总是有些人的敌人
所以某某人总须要得罪某某人
某某人他住在很那个的小镇
当他死的时候来了很多人
很多人在哀悼然后很那个地问
那个某某人是不是什么人的什么
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