錦瑟無端五十弦
一弦一柱思華年
庄生有夢迷蝴蝶
望帝春心化杜鵑
滄海月明珠有淚
藍田日暖玉生煙
此情可待成追憶
只是當時思悄然
Coincidentally, this zither has also fifty strings
Each string seems to have my past year linked.
Zhongsheng was a fervent nature lover
That he incarnated himself into a butterfly in dream.
Wangdi was so stupefied
That he turned himself into a cuckoo bird in imagination.
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To me...
I had the same affection toward the phenomenon.
When the full moon was above the sea,
I felt there were thousands of twinkling tears.
And In the sun rise, I saw a blue fog between the earth and the sky.
Oh, those memories might still be traced,
Yet, my mind is getting thinner and faded... |