Nostalgic melodies: the music of the past

Nostalgic melodies: the music of the past

Our family has always been fond of music. It has become intrinsically connected to my memory of my youth and my impressions of our identity as a family. My earliest memory of my sister is a musical one: the two of us lying together on a futon in the one bedroom all four of us shared when we first immigrated to Hawaii, me half asleep, my sister singing songs from a lyrics book she held in one hand as she stroked my hair slowly with the other.   MY TRANSLATION OF STUDENT DAYS Returning to the memories of student days Pure white dresses coloring the campus The chaste everyday life of a student, Beautiful and vibrant like a fresh flower With its small worries, its trifling sorrows The soul unburdened, untouched by anyone Eyes full of innocence, hair flowing...

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