四個婚禮一個葬禮

十五年前的電影，無端在腦海中漂浮出來。不是特別喜歡 Hugh Grant，或者是那點點英倫的氣氛把我吸引著。故事大鋼不再記得，除了那首詩。

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

在葡萄牙，我確實出席了四個婚禮一個葬禮。

當中一個婚禮和一個葬禮是自己的。