Like a kind of death without breathing.
Muse, please turn around.
Let me see your black eyes.
You don't have to make a sound-
I will find strength in your eyes.
Find the lingering fireworks from your lips
Find the smell of breathing in your hair.
My lonely lines are like fireworks.
Touch my pale cheeks, my red eyes
Even if it is heartbreaking, the memory will not be lost.
I'm tired of the patched sky.
I'm tired of blank eyes and silent fear.
They can't see time and space running.
Changing curtains blocked people's perception of kindness.
This crazy autumn wind blows again and again.
Tell the mystery of Shan Ye with your broad palm.
Adjust its intoxicating rotation in an ascending way.
My heart and shoulders and my hair tips.
The spread wings seem to tear the zenith.
Fly to the heavenly palace, the moon and the stars.
Until the world closed the window and it was dark.
Dear Muse, I own you.
You can hear my inner voice.
You can see the color of my heart.
Your soft fingertips are like a butterfly.
Dancing on the wall of my blood vessels
Every time it dances, it is more attractive than the harp.
Obsessed with my thoughts, crazy about mine. Take a deep breath.
Do you hear the sadness in my heart?
Because I am short of breath—
From my eyes, from my mouth and nose.
Like bright and charming sunshine.
Dear Muse, if I didn't have you,
My heartbeat has no rhythm of breathing.
So I'm going to write a hymn for you to make my soul
Pour and fill everything like raindrops in the sky
Let everything resound through the earth with stormy applause.
Let their flowing air sweep across the sea and the horizon.
Hang my happiness in the blue sky in the morning.
Put the silhouette of the stars on the water in meditation.
Let the mountains and islands bring romance to summer nights.
Let them stay on the dam where birds are singing and flowers are fragrant.
My heart turned into a white cloud.