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 sayOne 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
p>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.