[Lebanese] Ji Bolun
Please give me a flute.
I screwed up. Everything you and I said was forgotten. What you told me is like dust floating in the air.
Are you like me, leaving the palace, leaving home, taking the forest as a shelter, and climbing up the mountain along the mountain stream passing by?
Are you like me? Bathe yourself with fragrance, bake yourself with sunshine, drink wine at dawn, and hold your glass high. Are you like me, standing under the grape trellis at night, hanging a string of grapes like a golden chandelier, hanging high.
Because of thirst, it is nectar; Because of hunger, they are delicious meals; They are mellow wines. Sweet and fragrant.
At night, whether you sleep on the grass or not, the vast sky covers you and you have forgotten everything that happened yesterday; You don't want to think about what will happen tomorrow.
The night is as quiet as the sea,
The waves rippled gently in my ear,
In this long night, your heart is churning.
Please give me a flute and let me play it. My sadness has been forgotten, and so has my wound.
People are just poems written line by line, but they are not written in ink, but in clear water. I want to know what the beauty of all living things is.
They don't agree with each other, quarrel with each other, intrigue with each other and argue endlessly.
All this is like a mole digging a hole, a spider weaving a web, and the weak will die slowly.
The forest is the home of life, and I collect it by hand every day. I hope to sow the seeds of this forest in my hometown, but time has made me leave this forest. Wherever I go, I miss you very much.
However, time stood in my way and fate was irresistible. However, the goal of human beings is far better than their helpless bodies.
Translated by Li Yuxia