The genius of words often lies in the abstract image. Just like this poem, the invisible, silent, invisible and intangible "hope" can be tangible, audible, visible and tangible in the poet's pen.
You took me to the cliff/said there was a carnival cloud ahead.
It seems a little abrupt. The cliff has actually reached the edge of despair, the dark clouds of carnival are in front of us, and hope is ahead. Despair and hope coexist, but desperate people have hope and look at the cliff they face dialectically.
You let me jump/say that jumping is a lotus/will float me to the stupa.
It was "you" who encouraged me to fight bravely and even get rid of despair completely. Maybe this will lead to another village.
I'm shaking your hand.
Although I am on the edge of the cliff, in despair, and the taste of despair is very unpleasant, "I" hold on to the hand of hope like a straw.
Go straight into the abyss, sneer at the broken bridge/hear the Millennium despair roar like a lion/but dare not take a step back.
Neither sneer nor despair scares me. Strong and unyielding, people who are brave in life, although they are trembling all over, do not shrink back.
This is a declaration of despair and a celebration of hope.
A person's life is not full of romantic colors and the fragrance of roses. You will inevitably be on the edge of the cliff, on the edge of the abyss, with broken bridges and lions roaring. However, we must not despair, lose hope or retreat. This is the shock brought to us by the song "Hope" with its unique imagination.