Recently, on my way home, I happened to hear the song "Norwegian Wood" by Wu Bai playing on the car radio. The melodious tune made me feel a bit dreamy. This song is somewhat similar to the famous novel "Norwegian Wood" by Haruki Murakami, as both express a mysterious attitude towards love in youth. Even if people are close to each other, there is always a forest that cannot be entered. It is a sanctuary deep in everyone's heart, which is why the last line of the song says, "It's just the shackles in our hearts, how can we break free?"
This song is from such a distant year, yet it is so classic that I can't even remember if I have ever listened to it from beginning to end. However, it feels like a nursery rhyme that I have heard since I was young. It was only later when I read Murakami's novel that I realized the inspiration for this song came from there. Interestingly, Murakami's novel "Norwegian Wood" was also inspired by the name of a song by The Beatles, creating a sense of interconnectedness. Music and literature intertwine in different dimensions of time, evolving into various interpretations.
Did these creators ever imagine that their works could influence future generations in this way? Perhaps they did, but future generations probably won't know until one day, someone like me, doing something unknown on an unknown day, coincidentally recalls these coincidences. Their works will continue to impact and inspire 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 encounter things beyond the rules. We also cannot communicate our thoughts and actions to the people we want to. Some memories will gradually fade away with the passage of time, like a small river flowing forward. The joyful river keeps running forward without any fatigue. When the river water hits the rocks, splashes fly, but the river doesn't notice. Some splashes lose their direction and gradually disappear, but it doesn't matter. Those splashes leap into the flowers and grass on the bank, leaving traces for the coming spring. Colorful flowers and lush green grass are the evidence of their presence.
Zhang Ailing once said: Among the thousands and thousands of people, you meet the person you are destined to meet in the boundless wilderness of time. There is no early or late, just a coincidence. There is nothing else to say except softly saying: "Oh, so you are here too."
Perhaps, at this moment, you are reading the words I have written, and we are also coincidentally meeting in the wilderness of time. I would also say to you:
"Oh, so you are here too." ✨