The boulevard of broken dreams...

I walk along the streets of sorrow,
The boulevard of broken dreams.
Where gigolo and gigolette,
Can take a kiss without regret,
So they forget their broken dreams.

You laugh tonight and cry tomorrow,
When you behold your shattered schemes.
And gigolo and gigolette,
Wake up to find their eyes are wet,
With tears that tell of broken dreams.

Here is where you’ll always find me,
Always walking up and down.
But I left my soul behind me,
In an old cathedral town…

The joy that you find here you borrow,
You cannot keep it long it seems.
But gigolo and gigolette,
Still sing a song and dance along,

The boulevard of broken dreams!

Leslie Cheung (1956-2003)


One of my favourite song by the now deceased singer. He is the epitome of perfection, never mind his sexual orientation. Seems to me that the fame people pursue with zest during their lifetime fades away after they die. But for a true idol like him, his legacy and his works remain for all of us to remember him by. Never mind he is dead, his spirit and song lives on...now, this is fame. It isn't about making it to the cover of fhm or forbes. Hell no, it isn't so transient.