The Melody of DoReMi

PROLOGUE

Nasa taas po 'yung trailer nito. Hehe. I'm sorry for wrong grammars and lots of typos. Di po ako pro sa english at tamad din po ako mag-edit. 

Ok, here we go.

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DO

I once played piano.

I was known from being the best of it.

I was known from being the one of the professional young pianist in the history.

I was known . . . from being the best pianist.

I was.

And now... I'm nothing.

I am now worthless.

Why should I live when I can't even know what was my worth to live?

Why should I live when I was fcked up because of my regrets?

Why should I live... when the one that gives me the worth to live... leave me?

Wht should I live... when the one who gives me reasons to breath... is now gone?

Why should I live?

Why?

Am I still be able to... play the music that been stopped for long in my heart?

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RE

Sabi nila . . . ang buhay ay hindi permanente. Na lahat tayo mamatay.

Oo naman! Walang permanente ngayon. Lahat naiiwanan. Lahat umaalis. Lahat binabawi.

Minsan hindi natin namamalayan na unti-unti na palang binabawi ang pinakamahalagang bagay na binigay sa atin.

Hindi natin namamalayan na unti-unting umaalis ang matagal ng nananatili sa'yo.

Hindi natin namamalayan na, eto na ang panahon para bawiin ang temporaryong binigay sa'yo.

Temporary happiness.

Temporary memories.

Temporary life.

Temporary... love.

When will everything gonna be permanent? I don't know... I don't know..

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MI

Everyone knows who I am.

Everyone knows what's my name.

Everyone's talking about me.

Everyone is spazzing about me.

All about me.

All?

So... do you all know I've been alone for years?

Do you all know I've been longing for love that I didn't even had for once?

Do you all know... how much I've waited for someone... to love the emptiness of me?

Do you all know.. how much I craved... to be loved?

Everyone shouts my name.

Everyone scream when they see my face.

Everyone... wants me to be them.

But who will love someone... who doesn't even know how's the feeling of being loved?

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Sa bawat pagtipa ng isang pianista . . . ano nga ba ang kanilang nadarama? Sa isang malumanay at masarap sa taingang musikang inilalabas nito, gano'n rin ba ang kanilang puso?

Sa bawat pagtugtog ng isang gitarista . . . ano bang saloobin n'ya? Sa iba't-ibang musikang maaring ilabas nito, acoustic, electric, plucking at kung ano-ano pa, meron pa nga bang totoo sa ibat-ibang uri ng musikang tinutugtog ng tumutugtog nito?

Sa bawat pagbuka ng bibig ng isang bokalista . . . ano nga bang lirika ang nais nito sa kanyang puso? Sa bawat notang kanyang inaabot, sa bawat lirika ng kantang kanyang inaawit, nariyan parin ba ang melodiya sa kanyang loob?

Sa isang awiting matagal kung pagsamuin. Kailan nga ba makakabuo ng isang magandang awitin . . . kung ang bawat tumutugtog ay nawawalan na ng damdamin?