老去了。。。

过去了岁月像是江水，
带走了一切青春，

老去的树木变成了往事，
不再享有着当年的年华，

一切都在变化着，
安静着，
宁静着。。。

就再看着你我的过失，
仿佛嘲笑着你我的无知，

难道不知道一切与随着岁月，
流失到了从前，
流在着的小时候的梦，
已经变成了宁静的过去吗？

If you can do something over again, what will it be?

The clouds desires to drip down as rain,
if there was a chance,
is it really better to fill the skies?

The rain chooses to fall,
if it was to made the choice again,
will it hold on to what it has and gain more?

The water chooses to move up the roots,
if there was a chance,
isnt it better to merge with the sea?

The trees nourishes itself with soil water,
if there is a chance,
will it be cleaner to absorb from the atmosphere?

The atmosphere basked with water and carbon dioxide,
if it was to make a choice,
will it be nice to fill itself with oxygen?

If everything has a choice,
liked the rain, the trees, the clouds and the atmosphere,
will life really be better than before?

Heart

Where the heart lies,
the sun will shine,

When the sun shines,
flowers and love will blossom,

With the love that blossoms,
relationships are formed,

Whom the relationships are formed between,
life of you and me begin!

Believe me not,
for I do not have a dream,
I put all others above me!

离去

离开了吵闹，
离别了昨日，
来到了今日，
深感遗憾，

离去已久的那份情，
已永不复回，
悲伤的心情打滚着，
不知何时才离去。。。

欲望着你我已久的友情，
温馨的那段日子，
可否留下而别离去？

你的离去也许不会带走我的一切，
但失去了你的踪影，
在你我回忆一时的袭击下，
我何能生存？
而时间又岂会流动？

留下吧！

The drain

Drain of sorrow,
filled with hope,
make a wish,
but things still remain as it is...

Gift of life,
pumped within me,
live a dream,
yet again drained I am in the end...

Blossom of cherry trees,
clouded the skies,
had lived the dream,
that I have desired...

still the drain it persists,
holding on to each of us,
waiting to drain what seems liked a stage,
when the candle burns out.

窗外

Outside the frame,
lies the bird of paradise,
resting on the branch,
a day of fighting it has been,
a life of flight it has gone through...

Swaying with the wind the tree is,
merging seamlessly with it,
weathered through the days of life,
a lifetime of loneliness it has been.

Ants crawling up the wrinkled face,
hearing the voice of the old one with every sway it made,
yet disinterested they seem,
alls but for a day's work,
what comes will go eventually it seems.

Outside the window we have all been,
seasons come and go it has always been,
I change when you change,
I live when you see,
for what lies beneath,
is but eternality it has always been.

季

秋季的飘雪，
不知觉地往远处的山谷而离去。

片片红叶浮着，
飞着，
落着，
遮盖了可知的蓝天。

要懂得自由呀，
要享受幸福呀，
短暂的生命里，
拥有你我亲切的友谊，
包满了无奈与寂寞，
当日的你我一去了何方？

难道，也许，又或者，
这正是世界的尽头了吧！