The original text of the hymn of ink and light

Title: Hymn of Ink and Light

Author: Guo Jingming

For: Jay Chou

That is what I have dreamed of a long time ago One day

The whistle sharpened into the background, and the cheers became a halo

The quiet basketball in the left hand, the infinite future in the right hand

This is it

< p>In the distant past, I heard them say

One day, you will perform the most perfect slam dunk at the highest point in the world

The opening scene is always The first chapter frozen in memory

The outline carved by the light appears in the suffocating silence

Then the wind will blow the ink into the galaxy of the universe for millions of years. Here

the countdowns solidify into the slowly flowing Li Ge and Divine Comedy.

You must have heard those countdowns flowing dully across the black cloud tops.

Those sighing yesterdays.

Confrontation with glory, confrontation with loneliness, confrontation with sharpness

Confrontation with warmth

Confrontation with paleness, confrontation with silence, and long confrontation

With Consumption and confrontation

Those loud noises in the heart

Like explosions like mushroom clouds on the moon, landslides and ground cracks, and everything is silent

The century flashed by in a hurry A short mirror that is as long as a mirror

Thirty thousand miles apart in this life

Floating in the red sun and looking back for thousands of lives with a white sign and a red face

Leaning on the railing makes you worry about mistakes The wind carries the flowers and the leaves fall

The distant lights are silent and the years in the world are passing

Landing the water, the two people have been shadowed for a hundred years and they have returned to dust

The blue-shirted red face follows the dream pillow Tears are cool and the autumn wind is deep

The cold rain in the courtyard dyes the loneliness and residual green and covers the ground

How to remember the past life after a shower of rain in the next life

The cold sky and the warm ink stain

The shuo wind in Mobei blows the ancient tune and the yellow sand hides the flow

If this life takes only a moment, I will remember myself in the next life

Warm bed and cold iron clothes

Light The fog warms the city and wakes up piecemeal in the morning

The noise is scattered like flowing water, and the whistle floats across the vast river

The boy in memory flies through the winter morning< /p>

What is preserved in the darkness

Evaporates in the sunlight

What is obtained from the glory

Disappears in loneliness

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The cold has reshaped the bones, and the wind and snow have blown away the rusty chest

You are still standing on the hill that others are looking up to

The pines and cypresses are dotted with green< /p>

White snow piles up to become a dream

The long sigh under the wings

You were once at the center of the world

You were once behind the sound

You once felt the sorrow of the world with your soul

You once shouldered an entire sunset in silence

You once walked slowly from the end of the world.

Those voices from the end of the wilderness

They are hymns of ink and light

Not many years have passed

But the wind and frost have also passed by Above the head

In each other's silent eyes

What flows slowly is the silent boiling blood

I grew up from your figure

Chapters and fragments, frozen by time in the form of ink

You are thousands of miles away, you are on the Suzaku Bronze Tower

You are far away that my eyes and words cannot reach

Use words as poems and follow your thoughts as you go

Let’s go with the postmark stamped by the light

How to define the sadness in the hustle and bustle or the loneliness smeared on the back after the show is over?

At this moment, the sunshine and flowing water are spreading the fragrance of the familiar years in the air

Those summer mornings

Those winter dusk

Young ones Memory is a shining specimen

Your eyes and your breath

Accompanying loneliness, accompanying darkness and accompanying emptiness

These are medals

The paleness of the conversation is swallowed up in the darkness

Only your standing posture remains firm

That is the root system growing under your feet

Firmly Hold on to this world

You are not a lonely planet floating in the universe

At some moments, the noise is no match for the silence

At some moments, the crowd is no match for the vastness The sea

At a moment like this, there are a lot of sounds exploding in the eardrums

I saw those flashes of light. I also saw the dark corners behind those flashes of light.

I heard all kinds of sounds.

They are saying to me - colorful poems or black and white honors

Then, this is it -

The end of the road.

You once came from the end of the world, then you will eventually go to the end of the world.

In the world like a chessboard, you slowly traverse the universe.

The sound and image were frozen in the explosion at the last second.

Tears mixed with dreams, rolling towards the sky and evaporating.

So, this is it.

What people spread -

The cry left in the sky

The poems sung on the earth

That is loneliness and pride The declaration is the praise of ink and light.