Like all survivors, I once thought
When I’m home I won’t give a damn
But now I know I’m caught
I’ll never leave Vietnam
War isn’t over when it ends
Some pictures never leave your mind
They are the faces of the children
The ones we left behind
They’re called bui-doi
The dust of life
Conceived in hell and born in strife
They are the living reminders
Of all the good we failed to do
Because we know
Deep in our heart
That they are our children too
These kids hit walls on every side
They don’t belong in any place
Their secret they can’t hide
It’s printed on their face
I never though one day I’d plead
For half-breeds from a land that’s torn
But then I saw a camp for children
Whose crime was being born
They’re called bui-doi
The dust of life
Conceived in hell and born in strife
They are the living reminders
Of all the good we failed to do
Because we know
Deep in our heart
That they are our children too
These are souls in need
They need us to give
Someone has to pay
For their chance to live
Help me try
The first time I heard the song, I was moved. First, let me introduce this musical play to you: Miss Saigon. It tells a story that an American soldier fell in love with a local girl when he was in Vietnam. After the war, he had to abandon the girl and left for America. However, the girl was already pregnant. She went to America to find her lover with their son, who was call bui-doi, a name coined to call the children whose father was American soldiers.
I listen to this song again and again. I love this song. I love the strong feeling inside this song. Every time I hear this song, I hold a deep compassion for all the miserable children. Maybe this is the magic of the famous musical play.
I have to admit that I’m lucky. I download this play by chance. I like this play no less than other musical play such as les miserable and the phantom of the opera.
Even now, when I am writing this blog, this song is being played again and again. I even can recite all the lyrics in this song. Because there is a historic even mentioned in this song, the song has a soul. When the choruses sing the song together, their voices are so strong that I am greatly moved.
Although these bui-dois’ lives are as small as dust, they must struggle for life. Those who lost their parents are miserable. They don’t ask to be born; however, they go through war and pain. They are born because of love, but they never know the warm and love which they should get in their home.
If you have never heard the name bui-doi, please keep it in mind. There are some children in the history who lose fathers and loving homes because of the war.
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There is always something moving in life for everybody including you and me. Perhaps, we cannot benefit from it or them in finance, but we can get comforts and revelations from it or them at least for a little while. No matter where it hapens, or whether it is real, it always touches someone that can understand what it is and what it means. Even if we cannot understand it, at least, in our hearts, we have accepted it and enjoyed it.
ReplyDeleteWe are very lucky to live in this world and we are more lucky to be health and with all our parents and friends around us to keep us accompany. There are also many things that are moving. A moving film, a moving song or a story you have heard. Those things can make us really realise what the life is of those people who suffers and can also make us think deeply into our spirit. Help us correct the weakness in our character. Only by doing this can we human being really developped into the king of the world. Thank you for sharing.
ReplyDeleteI`ve seen Miss Saigon in London many years ago. They even had a real helicopter on stage. I couldn`t get good seats,so I was sitting so high up( what they call the suicide balcony!) that all I could see was the top of the actors` heads!! But I still liked the musical and the catchy tunes. It`s a situation which involves cross -cultural relationships. The children, the outcome of such relationships, suffer the most as they don`t really know where they belong. Not so much of a problem now with globalisation.
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