1 Xuan Dao
Now, day after day, night after night,
We came from a completely lost journey,
Starlight or the flash of sunlight will never touch it again.
I can't name it. We said we came from a period of time.
A series of complex, chaotic and boring scenes,
Let us cry, let us laugh and let us worry.
There are equally complicated disputes in the blood,
A moment of pursuit or satisfaction,
But all the temptations are just to lure us away;
Far away, under all the dead names,
A direction we can never arrange, you
Give us a mountain peak, a grassland,
Once together, once apart,
Once cheated, once cheated,
It's raining hard and the wind is dry.
Sometimes I hug, sometimes I get bored,
A beginning, an end,
Sometimes I believe, sometimes I despair.
Lord, we are swinging at the poles of time,
But we said, we're moving forward,
Because we thought it was true, and now it's fake,
What we once cried is now forgotten.
We have seen all living things in the sky, on the ground and in the water.
We see that among all the changes, only this one remains unchanged.
No matter success or failure, this is the only constant.
Novelty has happened, is happening or will happen, but only this remains the same:
The endless river flows to the sea, but the sea never overflows, and the sea water returns to the river.
One generation has passed and another generation has come, which is a new turning point in the place where they were destroyed.
We build houses, roads and bridges in the sun: all our labor is just repeating the work of our ancestors.
Or we can worship our hero and beauty with marble statues and watch him end in obscurity.
We regret losing beauty, but what we lose is not its flame.
All our inventions are just for-but we have never increased our comfort or reduced our heartache.
We have mistakes, but we are tired, we miss nature,
King Solomon of Israel once said:
Everything is empty and boring.
What once happened will happen again, and what once lost will be lost again.
Our hearts have been expanding, our hearts have been contracting,
We will finish where we started.
So we say:
What can we give? What can we get?
All the reasons greet us, but they are far away from us.
All the ancient traditions, all the voices, all the joys and sorrows, all the flowers and trees are waiting for our birth.
There is a life that makes them all wait:
Wise men let wisdom flow, young people let enthusiasm flow, prophets let sorrow flow, farmers let grain flow,
Girls let beautiful images flow, rulers let conspiracy and cruelty flow, rebels let the pain of new life flow,
Most people turn a blind eye to the evil of ignorance,
We are our giving, and we suffer in giving.
Everything has been completed by myself; Everything enslaves us, flows through us and makes us whole.
So we say
What can we give? What can we get?
In a forever indifferent river, life flows through us, death flows through us, blood, sweat and tears flow through us,
Truth and lies flow from us,
There is a life that tempts us so much and abandons us so much.
If we shake hands: it is still, if we change the light and shadow because of it, if the flowers bloom because of it,
Or we shook another planet,
Lord, this is just what you intend to do in your own direction.
2 courses
Man's fate is fixed in nature.
When human beings were born from naked nature.
His effort is to keep getting
The more you isolate, the less you get.
When human beings were born from naked nature.
I want to point out his imprisonment, his memory.
This became his happiness.
Confessions of lovers:
Can't stand still.
Dear, it is the distance under my feet;
Accept all the warm attraction on the rock,
The rock suddenly disappeared. Children's integrity
Let's move forward under the constraints of our parents:
Fresh knowledge, the first time I saw it.
Happily, the world is expanding to us.
But when I climbed all this and came here,
Dear, sitting on the collapse makes me cry quietly.
Everything is at war, dear,
Fallacy defeated by truth, truth defeated by falsehood,
Too much and too little let us surpass but not enough.
A heart without joy can't be overcome by sorrow, so there is no sorrow.
Can unite us and accept such a sweet kiss.
It's just murder that makes us disappear immediately.
The glory of victory at every stop
Although I won, when I finally came back from the battlefield,
When I present my tired heart to you, dear,
Why does everything that glows lead me to extreme darkness,
Sitting at the peak of collapse makes me cry quietly.
Chorus:
If we can see him,
If we can see
What we didn't expect in childhood.
Then stay away, but it's all hard work as an adult.
Those who seek failure,
If the world is full of dignity and glory
This is just a one-sided glimpse of us.
If we can see him,
Laugh and cry, cry and cry.
In the last laugh,
Under the false truth
Real and flexible sources,
If we can't help ourselves,
We are struggling with the half-truth and half-falsehood.
Looking forward to the unattainable perfect combination.
There is a road in front of us.
There is a goal in front of the road.
This road guides us and isolates us.
In order to achieve this goal,
There is a glimmer of light in our dark loneliness.
This light makes us miss the darkness.
This ray of light troubled us with hallucinations.
Before the dawn decides our nothingness
If we can see him,
If we can see ...
The discovery of love:
It's hard to live. You must knock at the door.
The world is full of life, but it cannot move.
Squeezed in the dead silence of people,
Seeing the flash of money, or the freedom of power,
Reach out your dirty hands to clear the way,
Where there is a road, there is a light guide. )
Conspiracy, fraud and flogging have all become his auxiliary means.
What does he see in gold? What did he get from tyranny?
Forgive him, in pursuit of what he thinks is the most beautiful,
He became so ugly and lonely.
It's hard to live. You must knock at the door.
A cynical prejudice, a narrow soul.
Make the world stiff, cruel and cursed,
Infinitely small, stubbornly against our ideals,
Where there is a road, there is a light guide. )
It stopped us and made history stop here to suffer.
Why can't he understand? Why is he willing to risk our resentment and anger?
Forgive him, because he thinks he is hugging.
Very kind, even though it sucks.
Love is difficult, you have to knock.
What we pursue is prosperity, but we are separated.
I once loved, but my eyes were not clear.
A sentence that has no home to return to, makes me sad constantly:
She once said, I will love you forever and never part.
Where there is a road, there is a light guide. )
Although her love is limited to eternal things,
Although she told a lie and repeated it for centuries,
Why blame? Why not forgive her failure?
Forgive her, because it is combined with eternity.
She longed for it but couldn't get it!
Chorus:
If we can see him,
If we can see
Not here, not there.
Time can't occupy or give up,
If we can give our love.
Instead of shooting between materials to destroy yourself,
If we can wash it
Our little fears, our confusion and shadows.
Put it under the headlights,
If we can break free,
The darkroom of desire and the hard shell of habit
Meet him,
If we can taste it.
It's not a painstaking effort under the sweet skin.
He didn't move, causing a commotion.
He is at one end of the crowd, and his aggression is born.
The mistakes and chores he arranged!
For our tired desire.
The original place.
He loves us very much.
He separated us.
He gave us a little strength to wait for it to turn gray,
He is waiting for us to lose all the heat.
Back to his loving heart.
3 Pray for God
Where we come from, where we go,
Between what we get and what we lose,
Lord, the eternal light of eyes, the distant rotation of four seasons, and the endless richness of mountains and rivers.
In vain: we stand in this desolate world,
We are all 20th century people, struggling in the dark,
We have machines and institutions, but we have no civilization.
Our complicated feelings have nowhere to turn for help.
We have many voices, but no truth.
We come from the same conscience, but we hide ourselves,
We have already seen it.
What makes us addicted can only make us tired,
Bore us, worry us all our lives,
It drives us crazy.
It is the feelings accumulated in our lives that cannot be vented.
Using what we see as half-truth,
Lord, let us be like Muhammad,
Let's tell these lies and do these fake things.
Thinking of you,
When we can't describe you, let's be patient and happy.
Keep your unspeakable name close to our anxious lips, homeless hands and faltering steps,
Because we have forgotten.
When we fail separately, we are closer to your greatness and integrity.
We have to bypass countless circles to combine with you in all directions.
Let's be like Jesus and give us the joy you gave him.
Because we have forgotten.
Expand yourself in the non-ego,
Let's experience that we fly to you in a series of things.
Let's go against ourselves and embrace the vast area.
Lord, where have we lost such happiness?
Because our life has no center.
We have many centers.
Many of our centers are often in conflict,
Or we give up.
Life has become a struggle for life, and we have been preparing for life without life.
3,000 years of wealth is dying in the seeds, and we are still going on. ...
Lord, we sincerely feel sorry for where we are separated.
Every day and every night, we are calculating to increase a little money.
Every day and every night, we are measuring the attitude of this person or that person towards us.
Every day and every night, we are creating some future endowed by society.
Lord, where have we lost our innate freedom?
When we cry, there are no tears.
When we laugh, there is no sound.
When we love it, we have nothing.
It's too late, but not too late. When we know that we don't know yet,
Lord, because we have seen that in our wisdom and ignorance,
We have experienced too many wars against others and ourselves.
Too much dissatisfaction, too much illness and death,
We have too many interests, division, conspiracy, revenge,
All this has pushed us to the opposite extreme, and we should do so.
Suddenly I turned around and saw you.
It's time, this is our distorted life.
Please say that this is our tired heart.
Please knead it,
Lord, the source of life, let us hear your flowing voice.
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