"Mountain Stream Listen to the Wind"
(i)
Ask for directions, ask for the sky, ask for a dream—
The beauty of dreams, like a charming laugh, is beyond words
Wade alone in the rivers and see how turbulent the water flows
Go to the off-the-beaten-path mountain and see how the leaves are swaying
The seasons change, how do people change?
Just rest in the mountains!
When listening to the wind and watching the fog, the mountain color is beautiful
When the night is lonely, the moon rises
People in the distance, when the rouge is exhausted, the plum blossoms bloom
Keep a tree, understand the mind and sit and forget
Pick up a few pieces of plum petals, smell the red in the palm of your hand...
(ii)
The mountain is quiet, the courtyard is quiet, and the wind is silent
The leaf-bottom insects hissed, like pity for the people under the tree
What is empty fishing haggard, what is attached to the white carp
The clouds covered the moonlight, and this idiot did not close the ripples
The pool water is leisurely, and the past has opened up Yanran
A clever figure sings old songs to herself
Warm and warm, fingertips touch the water lilies
I can't bear to wipe the tears, turning into a floating rain...
(iii)
The autumn breeze is draining, and the moon is as cool as water
Bamboo leaves touch each other
The lone bird chirps, and one person listens alone
Gaze, hold up the lotus canopy, and pull the tail of the fish
Swim close to the white tree
It lost its season and drifted to zero
The old house went around, and the figure fell into the broken bricks and tiles
In the fading grass, only a cicada was seen
To whom is the empty lyricism?
Borrow the night light, silently write the years to the white paper
Long hair, spread out in the direction of the wind
Wait for ten fingers, deeply plunged into...
(iv)
Snow at night, in the mountains, in the broken branches
The sound of the piano sinks and the sound of the wind rises
It's the leaves, it's the fluttering, it's the butterflies that cry
Falling into the cracks of the pale stones, the cracks of the ice streams
Wounds of the heart. Like me, like this silence
You look like a dream, like the moonlight looming
Think, twist out a long line
One end tightened, one end loose
I was like a tree, stretching out my hand to reach the clouds
Just across the night, across the endless world...
