The background music is
"Clair de lune" by Claude Debussy


To be, or not to be: That is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, 
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them.  To die: to sleep:
No more; and by a sleep to say we end 
The heart-ache, and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation 
Devoutly to be wish'd.  To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life:
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pang of despised love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscover'd country from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have 
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry 
And lose the name of action...

		  莎士比亞《王子復仇記(Hamlet)》
			Act 3, Scene 1; 57-89

我想再坐在沙灘等流星
我想像海鷗般展翅高飛
我想嚐嚐那海風的氣味
我想看彩虹出現的一刻
我想聽雨水聚落的聲音
我想雨聲比那槍聲更多
我想每個人都能吃得飽
我想九一一從沒有發生
我想相信死後沒有生命
我想這遊戲最後有終點
我想再次有我喜怒哀樂
我想一切有選擇有沒有
我想生命只是一場惡夢
我想我再不會繼續長大
我想世上的一切都過去
我想喝那濃濃的熱咖啡
我想安眠冰凍的被窩中
我想在寒冷的公園睡覺
我想跌足從高處掉下來
我想有天被推落火車軌
我想我從來沒有認識你
我想我從來沒有生存過…
一切…漆黑
沒有…思想
沒有…知覺
沒有…記憶
沒有…發生過。
Upon my death the Westbound plays.
I am but a fool of nature,
Long to find the meaning of my time upon orb,
But instead of living such dreadful life,
I shall pluck the rose from its thorns and bleed.
Let the metronome of life expires,
And that of death winds itself;
For the end of life, though unwilling, 
Is the beginning of the next.
A wheel thou God hath set in motion,
Thou merciless, jealous, selfish God;
The creator of all things,
No less the minds of evil.
Confederate season shall with courage I act.

	                  Kastor~ July 7, 2002