The introductory One
The vast universe turning and somewhere else,
The silent clouds in benediction and mists with no edges;
Climbing on the urged steps
Human souls are blanked because unnoticed
Unfortunately, they have lost honest-characters;
With more short sight than terrible short sight,
Run in the more absurd path than the wrong path.
The slow movement of clouds and stars in the sky
Turn to be the tears in the soul's eye;
The tiny rain-drops run on the inks,
And cross the row and row of the verses.
The wild field vast spreads,
Wave with the white cloud- sails
Free between the Earth and the Heaven.
Consider those brave fellow-solders of mine
Have gone with the streams among those stone valleys,
Makes the miracle songs on errands
Over the chords of the twisted shadow of pine trees:
As the offspring of a mountain
Run in the stirring sun
Wild blood of blood run wild left to run.
The introductory Two
For me, the love is otherwise…
As twisted waves the hate and the love
Roar violently under the eyes I have;
That a variation of flying clouds and running waters
I have an ear for.
Never missed there is someone who
Crying on the other shore,
Never forget there is someone who
Strokes the scars left by the life-sore.
Time walked with death as a companion constant;
A channel of which through the darkest mentality,
But my bearing never holds its pace even one second.
It’s so hard to go deep into the depth of the soul's past
And get a farewell to the shell of the living shapes tormented.
Yet no one likes rubbing salt into the wound;
And the weight of the history too heavy to lift for
The feeble hands could tear off its dim cover.
The desolated land of sweeping plains,
The hunters and the wolves
Advanced together, chasing after the sly smoky-dusts.
The red-stained sunsets and the bright-orange fireballs,
Again and again, described the silhouette pitiless
Of ragged mountain ranges,
Where there were the rising drums of heavy echoes.
The distancing mountains decode
the universe's secret；
Just see a single roaring fire pitilessly burned
Wherever an eternal precept.
Cry of war and cry of peace,
Heavy of the past;
Who could judge the core of the heart of humans?
The muscles of strong arms of common people
Uproot the evil.