關於 mourning meaning ，我們在網路上蒐集到這些相關的討論、資訊與評價

📌📍《5月35日》「庚子版」 眾籌活動
集結力量 網上演出 六四前夕 全球直播
"May 35th" Gengzi Edition - Crowd Funding
Join Forces for Global Live Online Performance on the night before June 4th.

🔇🔇「以現在的社會狀況，我們的政治氣候，我擔心這個戲未必有機會再上演﹗」導演陳曙曦說。
🔊🔊"With the forecast of the political climate now, I am very worried that this play will not be any chance to put on stage again" said Chan Chu-hei, the director.

🚨🕯️我們希望集結公民力量，
令全球所有人都可以在「六四」免費網上觀賞《5月35日》，
讓這個故事遍地開花，
讓更多人了解真相、追求公義。
🚨🕯️We target to join the force of citizen
to let us share this Online LIVE theatre production
“May 35th”globally, make this story worldwide,
and let the truth speak for itself, justice be sought after.

‼️➡️眾籌支持方法 Way of Crowdfunding：

1) 請即登入網上平台：https://goget.fund/2Wz5kO9
（暫不能用PayPal 戶口，請用"Visa/ Master" 捐款
Please DO NOT use PayPal Account, but click the icon "Visa / Master")

2) 支票捐款- 抬頭寫「六四舞台」，郵寄到
九龍旺角彌敦道618號好望角大廈8字樓（六四舞台）
By Cheque - Please make the cheque payable to "Stage 64", and mail to 8/F, Good Hope Building, 618 Nathan Road, KLN. (Stage 64)

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2019年六月，是「六四」的三十周年，六四舞台邀請了著名編劇莊梅岩創作《5月35日》。首演5場及加開的6場門票均全部售罄，一致好評，更獲本屆舞台劇獎六大提名，包括最佳劇本！經歷了大半年的社會運動，面對過暴政與暴力，「六四」對香港人多了另一重意義，在謊言與假新聞氾濫的社會，《5月35日》為悼念亦為警世！

🧐🧐為了蒐集資料，編劇莊梅岩曾到訪內地訪問當年「難屬」，亦因此被神秘人「探訪」和「關注」，令她質疑香港的創作自由可能已經岌岌可危。

🤐🤐眼下的暴政和警暴，「廿三條立法」如箭在弦，六四舞台在香港再有生存的空間嗎？

🤬🤬當網絡上充斥假新聞，官方又不斷篡改歷史事件，究竟「六四屠城」和「反送中運動」在不久的將來會變成什麼樣的故事呢？

我們不知道答案，但只要有機會，我們仍然要演下去﹗因此當社會運動仍在激烈抗爭之際，六四舞台就馬上籌組了《5月35日》（庚子版）。

📆根據中國歷法，2020年是庚子年；翻開中國歷史，庚子年往往是浩劫之年。香港經歷多個月的社會運動，「六四」對步入庚子年的香港人有何意義？六四舞台今年誠邀著名導演陳曙曦，連同全新班底，重新創作《5月35日》 的「庚子版」。

😷😷鑑於疫情持續，政府下令關閉全港劇院，令原訂5月在香港藝術中心的舞台演出被迫取消，劇團為堅守信念，破天荒決定把這個震撼人心的六四故事以網上直播形式，於2020年六四前夕向全球人士同步免費播放（粵語演出，附中英文字幕），並於6月4日全日24小時在網上分享。其錄像版本亦將會製作成電影影片，把演出搬上大銀幕，讓更多人了解真相、追求公義。🖐️🖐️🖐️🖐️🖐️

June 2019 marked the 30th anniversary of the “June Fourth Incident”. Local art group Stage 64 joined hands with renowned playwright Candace Chong Mui-ngam to create May 35th. The first 5 premieres as well as the 6 additional shows were all sold out with great acclaims, followed by 6 nominations in the subsequent Hong Kong Drama Awards, including Best Script!

The social movement in the past 6 months has made Hong Kongers no strangers to tyranny and brutality, and has transcended the meaning of "June Fourth" within us. Especially when we are living in a world full of lies and fake news, the play "May 35th" is for mourning and also a warning!

🧐🧐Candance Chong Mui-ngam has visited the Mainland for screenplay research. There she met up with some interviewees, whose family members were June Fourth Massacre victims. It turned out some mysterious figures paid her a "visit" in return with "unexpected concern". She couldn't help but worrying: Is the creative freedom deprived even in Hong Kong?

🤐🤐Witnessing the escalating brutality against protestors, the eagerness of enacting Basic Law Article 23, how much longer can a play like "May 35th" be staged in Hong Kong?

🤬🤬Worse still are the tremendous fake news on the Internet and the tampering with history. Can you imagine how "June Fourth Incident" and "Anti-Extradition Bill Protest" will be interpreted in the near future?

We have no clue, but! As long as we have this opportunity to express, we will go on. Even when the protest across the city was still intense, Stage 64 started to plan for another "May 35th" , the Gengzi Edition.

📆In the Lunar calender, 2020 is called the year of the Gengzi. Historically speaking, the year of the Gengzi were always catastrophic. After months of social unrest, Stage 64 invited prominent director Chan Chu-hei, to re-create "May 35th" into Gengzi Edition with new cast and crew.

😷😷Then comes the Coronavirus pandemic and the compulsory closure of theatres by the Government. That left us no choice but to cancel the "May 35th" performance, which was originally scheduled to stage at Arts Centre in May. But what if we adhere to our beliefs? Here comes the bold decision-\-\to live stream this astonishing show, globally and for free on the night before June 4th, 2020 (Presented in Cantonese, with Chinese and English subtitles). The live version will then be shared online throughout the day on June 4th. What’s more? The performance will be filmed separately and released in cinemas. Let the truth speak for itself, justice be sought after. 🖐️🖐️🖐️🖐️✋

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💰籌款目標💰
35萬，但50萬能讓我們做得更多
Crowding Funding Goal
HK$350,000, but we can go further if we get HK$500,000.

🆘製作一齣舞台劇的基本成本相當高，一般要靠數千張數百元的門票收入才能維持收支平衡。在疫情下失去劇院，沒有門票收入，加上題材敏感，《5月35日》要獲得商業贊助機會是「零」。因此，我們只能靠公民發揮力量，解囊相助，協助我們把舞台劇作全球網上直播及製成影片，把故事帶到更遠。

🆘A stage production costs a lot. Generally we need to sell several thousands of tickets to break-even. Considering the circumstances of coronavirus pandemic, we can no longer perform in theatres and therefore no income from box office. In addition, due to the sensitivity of the theme / topic, in spite of our best endeavours, it is impossible for May 35th (Gengzi Edition) to receive any commercial sponsorship. What we need now is everyone exert their power and generosity, elevating May 35th (Gengzi Edition) to online streaming platform and even to cinemas, bringing the story to the rest of the world.

我相信相信當年死於無情槍火與坦克下的學子
想見到的不是大家每年只有哭喪著臉的悼念而無理性深切的反思
若大家只哀悼他們的死亡，而忘記他們當初所抱持的信念，這樣實在是白費了他們的犧牲

紀念六四不應只是一種點蠟燭、喊口號的儀式
紀念六四應有的態度是以八九民運的勇士為榜樣：對公義和自由有一份應有的執著，對暴政強權有奮身反抗的勇氣，對自己的家園有願意付出的精神。
同時，我們必須緊記中共的邪惡，對於這個殘暴且無恥的政權，我們絕對不能妥協退讓；對於一切向其獻媚的奸佞之徒，我們也絕對不能容忍。

所謂「愛國」或「建設民主中國」，對於港人而言只是華而不實的煽情之談，對於香港的前途毫無禆益，反而令香港的民主進程裹足不前，在地抗爭、自立尋生才是港人的出路
當然，獨立自決不能一蹴而就，除了實際參與各種抗爭行動之外，大家還可以在改變議會、捍衛言論自由、對抗洗腦教育......等議題上盡一分力：做助選義工也好，傳揚民主思想也好，就政府各政策的諮詢去信表達意見也好......有很多事情是我們可以做、應該做的
就算未能像當年的勇士般置生死於度外，至少也要犧牲一點享樂的時間為香港做點事，讓自己對得起這片土地、對得起下一代
共勉之。

愛國盡頭乃殘民赤禍 痛悟前非當自立尋生
香港大學學生會六四宣言

廿七年前的春夏之交，中國翻起巨變，人人以為民主、自由即將降臨。可惜事與願違，一場波瀾壯闊的民主運動，最後以血腥鎮壓告終，無數市民學子魂斷於國家機器之下，遭秋後算帳而身陷囹圄、痛遭刑劫者亦不計其數。學生以愛國之名掀起學潮，豈料國家卻早已遭殘民以逞的共匪竊去。墨寫的謊話，掩不住血色真相。縱然身處相對自由的國度，本着良知與公義，港人一直未有遺忘八九年的這段歷史。可惜，在一河之隔的中國人民，卻似乎早為獨裁者的巧言令色矇蔽，沉醉於暴發戶式的中國夢當中，除極少數的維權份子以外，根本無人願意直視政權之非人暴行。廿七年後再回首，六四屠城無疑標誌着中共錯失最後一個自我完善的機會。六四以後，中國與民主正式話別，民權不彰而黨政威權當道，公權力無限膨脹，貪污腐敗無所制約，優良文化日漸消亡，社會自此走上一條不歸之路。

六四屠城不獨是中國的轉捩點，更是港人主體身份建立的一個分水嶺。一方面，它扼碎了港人對中國改革開放的幻想，催生香港本位主體意識；另一方面，卻又矛盾地將港中兩地人民的命運混為一談，扼殺主體意識。多年來，維園六四集會與愛國主義互相捆縛，已成不可割裂的雙胞胎。今日，我們提出重鑑六四屠城的歷史意義，無非是要告訴各位，在愛國的囈語以外，更重要是肯定人民對自由、民主的美好追尋。而談論自由、民主，最後必然會踏上建立主體的道路，亦即今日年輕人高喊的自主自決。尤其當我們認清「黨即是國，國即是黨」之本質後，就會發覺愛國與民主兩者之間存在根本抵觸，是以「建設民主中國」斷無理由成為香港之政治議程。以愛國情懷為基調的悼念方式，亦應劃上句號。一如世界各地，中國的民主理應由在地人民爭取，港人無理要承受這份強加的責任，更不應廉價地遙距「建設民主中國」以期自保。否定港人「建設民主中國」之責任，絕不等同主張兩地公民社會斷絕來往。正如港台兩地之公民互動，香港大可與中國治下受壓迫的人民交換經驗，惟動機非出於一份不存在的「責任」。

六四，絕不只是每年一次點起燭光、哭喪哀嚎。某些政黨、政客口口聲聲說要結束一黨專政，平日卻受制於「愛國緊箍咒」，對中共政權誠惶誠恐，奉若神明，甚至為見京官而扭盡六壬，絲毫不敢挑戰中共之主權合法性。香港的政治問題從來只有一個，就是關於代價的承受。第一次前途問題時，大部分港人以至政客皆未有汲取六四教訓，欠缺對香港主體性及主體的想像，欠缺當家作主的勇氣加上誤信中共「港人治港，高度自治」的糖衣毒藥，香港民主進程因而一再耽誤。可惜歷史沒有如果，只有教訓。往日不可諫，來日猶可追，我們絕不能重蹈覆轍！

從今以後每年六四，我們遙祭六四死難者之際，請同時為被出賣的香港默哀，更要矢志為2047前途自決鞠躬盡瘁。有人說，中共奉行帝國主義，中國因素無遠弗屆，香港難以偏安一隅。今日新世代主張港人自決，決非要掩耳盜鈴，而是知其不可為而為之。面對中共壓境，香港自決與獨立運動應運而生，我們比任何潑冷水的人都要清楚當中現實考量與限制，但我們更清楚：民主必須站着爭取，而非跪着乞求。民主，從來都是自我充權、自我實現的過程，是故我們必須將身份認同轉化成抗爭武器，對抗強權壓迫，為自己、下一代謀取更大政治權利。

短短數年光景，在部份人眼中曾是無稽之談的本土思潮，今日已進入主流政治議程。的確，無人能夠斷言，本土思潮必然會引領港人走向救贖，但在時代的分岔口之上，一邊通往汪洋大海，另一邊卻是通往赤紅的地獄。對此，我們作出一個明確的抉擇：即使航向未知的前方，亦不與魔鬼打交道。同時，我們更要高聲告訴獨裁者，服從絕非毫無條件之事。香港，我們必定會拚死守護。

Patriotism only ends in hardship and panic,
We repent to misdeeds to cling on to our lives
Declaration of the Hong Kong University Students’ Union on the Tian’anmen Massacre

Twenty-seven years ago, China underwent a change in the midst of spring and summer, looking forward to the emergence of democracy and freedom. In contrary, the striking democratic movement ended only in suppression and bloodshed. Countless citizens and students deceased under the state apparatus. Those who were latterly reprised and put in jail or tortured were also hard to number. Starting the student movement in the name of patriotism, students would have never imagined their country to have been taken over by communist evil who harmed people for their own doing. Lies written in black and white can never disguise the bloody truth. Even though Hongkongers live in a slightly freer place, we, with conscience and justice, have never forgotten this history of 1989. Unfortunately, on the opposite shore of the river, the Chinese seem to have long been blinded by the dictators’ fine words and actions, drowning in the nouveau-riche Chinese dream. There is no one who combats the regime’s atrocity, except very few rights defence protesters. In retrospect twenty-seven years later, the Tian’anmen Massacre marked the last chance for the Chinese Communist to improve itself, which it had missed. After the Massacre, China bid her final goodbye to democracy. Human rights was ruined amid the heyday of the party authoritarian. While the authority expanded infinitely, corruption and collusion were out of limit. As the respectable culture was undermined, society reached a point of no return.

The Tian’anmen Massacre is not only a turning point for China, but also a watershed in Hongkongers building of sense of identity. On one hand, it destroys our fantasy towards China’s Reform and Opening Up, sparking the Hongkonger’s subjective consciousness; on the other, it, paradoxically, muddles up the destiny of Hongkongers and Chinese, knocking the subjective consciousness back down. Over the years, the Victoria Park vigil and patriotism have been chained up to be an inseparable pair of twins. Today, revisiting the historical meaning of the Massacre is to tell everyone that it is more important to recognise the pursuit for freedom and democracy, than the absurdity in patriotism. As we debate over freedom and democracy, they must lead us to a new subjectivity, which is exactly the self-determination that youngsters are now chanting for. As we have realised the truth of China being nothing but a party state, ‘patriotism’ and pursuit of democracy and freedom actually contradict one another fundamentally. ‘Building a democratic China’ shall thus not be included in Hong Kong political agenda. Commemoration based on patriotism shall also be put to an end. Similar to anywhere in the world, Chinese democracy should be fought for by no other but their own people. Hongkongers have no reason to take up such forced duty, let alone ‘building a democratic China’ from afar at such a cost in order to protect ourselves. Denial of the responsibility of ‘Hongkongers building a democratic China’ never means an end to interaction between civil societies of the two nations. Just like the interaction between citizens of Hong Kong and Taiwan, of course Hong Kong can share our experience with Chinese suppressed by the Communist. But the aim of such action must not be based on a non-existent ‘duty’.

The fourth of June should never be only about wailing and whining amid candlelight once every year. While some political parties and politicians keep on proclaiming their ideal to end the one-party dictatorship, they are yet bounded by the ‘Patriotic incantation of Golden Hoop’ day in, day out. They fear and worship the Communist regime. They do whatever it takes to meet officials from Peking, never even challenging a bit of the Communist legitimacy on our sovereignty. Hong Kong is always bothered by only one political problem. It is the cost that we can take. In face of the first Future of Hong Kong discussion, most Hongkongers and even politicians had failed to learn the lesson from the Massacre, lacking the imagination towards Hong Kong subjectivity, let alone the courage to take charge of our homeland. Together with the sugar-coated poison of ‘Hong Kong people ruling Hong Kong, High degree of autonomy’, Hong Kong democratisation was only delayed. Unfortunately, there is never ‘what if’ in history, but only lessons. We may not be able to alter our past, but we still have a say in our future. We shall never make the same mistake twice.

On every 4th June since today, while mourning the deceased in the Massacre from afar, we pay our silent tribute to Hong Kong, a place which has long been betrayed, pledging our strong will for self-determination towards the future after 2047. Some may argue that the Chinese Imperialism shall only make Chinese factors ubiquitous and Hong Kong can never remain uninfluenced at this small piece of land. The new generation upholding Hongkongers’ self-determination is never an attempt to deceive, but to do something that is known to be unlikely to succeed. As a result of the Communist encroachment, revolt in self-determination and independence movement in Hong Kong begin. We are more than well-informed of the realistic considerations and limitation than anyone who only douses us with cold water. Yet, it is more than clear that: for democracy, we must stand and fight, but never kneel and beg. Democracy is always a process of self-empowerment and self-realisation. We therefore must turn our sense of identity into our weapon in protests. We must struggle against the regime and seek for the most political rights for ourselves, and our next generation.

Only a few years may have gone by, but the localist ideology which was once a farce in most people’s mind has already entered the major political agenda. Indeed no one can be sure that such localist ideology can usher Hongkongers into salvation. But at this fork of our age, one way is towards the deep blue sea, and the other is towards the bloody red hell. For this we make a clear decision: we may navigate to the uncharted, but we never mix with the evils. In the meantime, we must shout at the dictators that they must pay the cost if they wish for our compliance. Hong Kong, we must protect it with our lives.

An incredibly beautiful, sad, brave, wise, inspiring post by Facebook COO Sheryl Sandberg. Early this year, I read her book 'Lean In', a book encouraging women to achieve their dreams and ambitions, and was so grateful it was written for such a time as this. I especially loved her chapter about David being so supportive of her. I'm still stunned by all that's happened to them.

Here's to beating the heck out of Option B.

Today is the end of sheloshim for my beloved husband—the first thirty days. Judaism calls for a period of intense mourning known as shiva that lasts seven days after a loved one is buried. After shiva, most normal activities can be resumed, but it is the end of sheloshim that marks the completion of religious mourning for a spouse.

A childhood friend of mine who is now a rabbi recently told me that the most powerful one-line prayer he has ever read is: “Let me not die while I am still alive.” I would have never understood that prayer before losing Dave. Now I do.

I think when tragedy occurs, it presents a choice. You can give in to the void, the emptiness that fills your heart, your lungs, constricts your ability to think or even breathe. Or you can try to find meaning. These past thirty days, I have spent many of my moments lost in that void. And I know that many future moments will be consumed by the vast emptiness as well.

But when I can, I want to choose life and meaning.

And this is why I am writing: to mark the end of sheloshim and to give back some of what others have given to me. While the experience of grief is profoundly personal, the bravery of those who have shared their own experiences has helped pull me through. Some who opened their hearts were my closest friends. Others were total strangers who have shared wisdom and advice publicly. So I am sharing what I have learned in the hope that it helps someone else. In the hope that there can be some meaning from this tragedy.

I have lived thirty years in these thirty days. I am thirty years sadder. I feel like I am thirty years wiser.

I have gained a more profound understanding of what it is to be a mother, both through the depth of the agony I feel when my children scream and cry and from the connection my mother has to my pain. She has tried to fill the empty space in my bed, holding me each night until I cry myself to sleep. She has fought to hold back her own tears to make room for mine. She has explained to me that the anguish I am feeling is both my own and my children’s, and I understood that she was right as I saw the pain in her own eyes.

I have learned that I never really knew what to say to others in need. I think I got this all wrong before; I tried to assure people that it would be okay, thinking that hope was the most comforting thing I could offer. A friend of mine with late-stage cancer told me that the worst thing people could say to him was “It is going to be okay.” That voice in his head would scream, How do you know it is going to be okay? Do you not understand that I might die? I learned this past month what he was trying to teach me. Real empathy is sometimes not insisting that it will be okay but acknowledging that it is not. When people say to me, “You and your children will find happiness again,” my heart tells me, Yes, I believe that, but I know I will never feel pure joy again. Those who have said, “You will find a new normal, but it will never be as good” comfort me more because they know and speak the truth. Even a simple “How are you?”—almost always asked with the best of intentions—is better replaced with “How are you today?” When I am asked “How are you?” I stop myself from shouting, My husband died a month ago, how do you think I am? When I hear “How are you today?” I realize the person knows that the best I can do right now is to get through each day.

I have learned some practical stuff that matters. Although we now know that Dave died immediately, I didn’t know that in the ambulance. The trip to the hospital was unbearably slow. I still hate every car that did not move to the side, every person who cared more about arriving at their destination a few minutes earlier than making room for us to pass. I have noticed this while driving in many countries and cities. Let’s all move out of the way. Someone’s parent or partner or child might depend on it.

I have learned how ephemeral everything can feel—and maybe everything is. That whatever rug you are standing on can be pulled right out from under you with absolutely no warning. In the last thirty days, I have heard from too many women who lost a spouse and then had multiple rugs pulled out from under them. Some lack support networks and struggle alone as they face emotional distress and financial insecurity. It seems so wrong to me that we abandon these women and their families when they are in greatest need.

I have learned to ask for help—and I have learned how much help I need. Until now, I have been the older sister, the COO, the doer and the planner. I did not plan this, and when it happened, I was not capable of doing much of anything. Those closest to me took over. They planned. They arranged. They told me where to sit and reminded me to eat. They are still doing so much to support me and my children.

I have learned that resilience can be learned. Adam M. Grant taught me that three things are critical to resilience and that I can work on all three. Personalization—realizing it is not my fault. He told me to ban the word “sorry.” To tell myself over and over, This is not my fault. Permanence—remembering that I won’t feel like this forever. This will get better. Pervasiveness—this does not have to affect every area of my life; the ability to compartmentalize is healthy.

For me, starting the transition back to work has been a savior, a chance to feel useful and connected. But I quickly discovered that even those connections had changed. Many of my co-workers had a look of fear in their eyes as I approached. I knew why—they wanted to help but weren’t sure how. Should I mention it? Should I not mention it? If I mention it, what the hell do I say? I realized that to restore that closeness with my colleagues that has always been so important to me, I needed to let them in. And that meant being more open and vulnerable than I ever wanted to be. I told those I work with most closely that they could ask me their honest questions and I would answer. I also said it was okay for them to talk about how they felt. One colleague admitted she’d been driving by my house frequently, not sure if she should come in. Another said he was paralyzed when I was around, worried he might say the wrong thing. Speaking openly replaced the fear of doing and saying the wrong thing. One of my favorite cartoons of all time has an elephant in a room answering the phone, saying, “It’s the elephant.” Once I addressed the elephant, we were able to kick him out of the room.

At the same time, there are moments when I can’t let people in. I went to Portfolio Night at school where kids show their parents around the classroom to look at their work hung on the walls. So many of the parents—all of whom have been so kind—tried to make eye contact or say something they thought would be comforting. I looked down the entire time so no one could catch my eye for fear of breaking down. I hope they understood.

I have learned gratitude. Real gratitude for the things I took for granted before—like life. As heartbroken as I am, I look at my children each day and rejoice that they are alive. I appreciate every smile, every hug. I no longer take each day for granted. When a friend told me that he hates birthdays and so he was not celebrating his, I looked at him and said through tears, “Celebrate your birthday, goddammit. You are lucky to have each one.” My next birthday will be depressing as hell, but I am determined to celebrate it in my heart more than I have ever celebrated a birthday before.

I am truly grateful to the many who have offered their sympathy. A colleague told me that his wife, whom I have never met, decided to show her support by going back to school to get her degree—something she had been putting off for years. Yes! When the circumstances allow, I believe as much as ever in leaning in. And so many men—from those I know well to those I will likely never know—are honoring Dave’s life by spending more time with their families.

I can’t even express the gratitude I feel to my family and friends who have done so much and reassured me that they will continue to be there. In the brutal moments when I am overtaken by the void, when the months and years stretch out in front of me endless and empty, only their faces pull me out of the isolation and fear. My appreciation for them knows no bounds.

I was talking to one of these friends about a father-child activity that Dave is not here to do. We came up with a plan to fill in for Dave. I cried to him, “But I want Dave. I want option A.” He put his arm around me and said, “Option A is not available. So let’s just kick the shit out of option B.”

Dave, to honor your memory and raise your children as they deserve to be raised, I promise to do all I can to kick the shit out of option B. And even though sheloshim has ended, I still mourn for option A. I will always mourn for option A. As Bono sang, “There is no end to grief . . . and there is no end to love.” I love you, Dave.

#對歌曲的告白-【初】
「在相隔多良大溪與金崙9.6公里的排灣族部落裡，我總是覺得阿姨的歌聲很特別......」---------- 編曲者 Sakinu 🐼 觀看全文 ▶︎ https://bit.ly/39WS5go

#對歌曲的告白-【凌】
「這次的作品，每一個樂段，都極具畫面感，它不僅僅是一首歌，更是一篇值得細細品嚐的故事...」---------- 樂樂 🐰 觀看全文 ▶︎ https://bit.ly/2EXh5sN

#對歌曲的告白-【觸】
「極富故事創意的歌，用一首歌的時間，讓我們一起聽見如十首歌的溫暖感動！一開始，還記得是在遙遠的汐止...」---------- 東恩 🐶 觀看全文 ▶︎ https://bit.ly/2Xy4JgS

#對歌曲的告白-【望】
第一次練這首歌之前，恩恩和我們分享這首歌的故事...
🐼：「這是一首紀念族人的歌，在以前，平常時候是不能隨便唱的，只有在特殊日子才會唱的，也藏著過去許多人的故事，是一首很美又很有故事的歌」
🐶🐰🐵🦊：「喔～～」（當時只是認真的聽聽🙈）...」---------- 貝卡 🐵 觀看全文 ▶︎ https://bit.ly/3kh58yf

#對歌曲的告白-【歸】
「曾是一首完全沒有伴奏樂器的古調，如何把鼓與Beatbox放進去又不失這首歌曲的精彩？」是這次最具挑戰，也是最令人開心、好玩的地方！這次的歌曲對我來說...」---------- 和和 🦊 觀看全文 ▶︎ https://bit.ly/33qEexP

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「Miyome是台灣原住民鄒族mayasvi祭典儀式歌舞祭其中之一。其歌名含義有兩種說法：亡魂曲，悼念部落族人亡魂，安慰喪家及祈求天神安慰死者的靈魂；其二意指一名美麗且善良的女子，而族人作曲紀念她。在這個祭典中唱這首，認為有可以除穢作用，祈求平安及健康之用意。在編曲創作上，靈感來自國外許多阿卡貝拉在音樂劇風格上的創作模式，增加音樂與電影畫面感的相互輔搭，將我們想傳達的故事變成一段段旋律，在聽到每一個音時，眼前故事便紛紛上映。」---------- 編曲者 Sakinu

This melody is one of the songs at the Mayasvi ceremony(Triumph Festival) of the Tsou tribe. There are two versions of the song title: the song of the dead, the mourning of the dead, the comfort of the bereaved family and the praying for the gods to comfort the souls of the dead, and the other meaning of the song refers to commemorate a beautiful and kind woman. Singing this song at this festival is considered to have the effect of removing filth and praying for peace and good health. In the field of arrangement, the inspiration comes from the musical creation mode of lots of a cappella groups abroad, turning the stories we earn to express into the melodies, strengthening visual perception of the music.

#miyome #古調 #留聲樂團 #阿卡貝拉 #acappella #好似電影配樂般 #像極了電影
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🎵音樂製作 Music

曲/詞 Compose｜台灣原住民鄒族古調 The traditional ritual song of The Tsou (one tribe of the Taiwanese indigenous people)
編曲 Arrangement｜邱恩 Sakinu Tjakisuvun
人聲打擊編曲 Vocal Percussion Arrangement｜張羽和 Eddy Chang
音樂製作人 Producer｜邱恩 Sakinu Tjakisuvun
配唱製作人 Vocal Producer｜邱恩 Sakinu Tjakisuvun
錄音師 Recording｜李清揚 Ching-Yang Lee
混音師 Mixing Engineer｜Bill Hare
前製編輯 Pre-recording editor｜李清揚 Ching-Yang Lee
女高音 Soprano｜施欣妤 Shin-yu Shi
女中音 Alto｜黃語芊 Becca Huang
男高音 Tenor｜邱恩 Sakinu Tjakisuvun
男低音 Bass｜吳東恩 Christopher Wu（特別感謝「自然人」Bass 友情協力）
人聲打擊 Vocal Percussion｜張羽和 Eddy Chang
錄音室提供 Recording Studio｜感動音樂藝術空間 Touching Studio

🎵影像製作 Music Video

導演 Director｜林姿君 Light
攝影師 Director of Photography｜何帛儒 Boru
攝影助理 Assistant Camera ｜林易群 Yi-Chun Lin 、黃信淵 Xin-Yuan Huang
助理導演 Assistant Director｜張語涵 Yu-Han Chang

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