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弱水三千

活著自活著 萬象在逝水中暢泳
偶爾愛上過一些倒映
流年流成河流留過幾度名勝
浪停下便拿著鏡 難辨舊日風景

山水非山水 凍了變雪堆
山水本山水 遇熱若霧水
混雜絕望後便是淚水衍生出心碎
葡萄若化水醉了會再醉 會跌進漩渦太虛
擠於渠裡 浸於浴裡 同樣落自春水
汗滴在血海紅不紅 散聚後味道如茶濃不濃
那是快感還是痛 深海裡永遠看不通
靜靜地浮遊在青空 一轉身可以化進了杯中
口乾了便喝盡那密雲 像喝掉如夢如幻信不信

活著自活著 萬象在逝水中暢泳
偶爾愛上過一些倒映
流年流成河流留過幾度名勝
浪停下便拿著鏡 難辨舊日風景

山水非山水 凍了變雪堆
山水本山水 遇熱若霧水
混雜絕望後便是淚水衍生出心碎
葡萄若化水醉了會再醉 會跌進漩渦太虛
擠於渠裡 浸於浴裡 同樣落自春水
汗滴在血海紅不紅 散聚後味道如茶濃不濃
那是快感還是痛 深海裡永遠看不通
靜靜地浮遊在青空 一轉身可以化進了杯中
口乾了便喝盡那密雲 像喝掉如夢如幻信不信

三千春江水 暫住寂寞天空
逛夠了世界 撇進了春風
清水苦水一樣暫住半空
水中不起花 萬物靜默不動
碎了這塊鏡 照見了洶湧 眉頭才震動

汗滴在血海紅不紅 散聚後味道如茶濃不濃
那是快感還是痛 深海裡永遠看不通
靜靜地浮遊在青空 一轉身可以化進了杯中
口乾了便喝盡那密雲 像喝掉如夢如幻信不信

水漫漫飄色於天空
水漫漫將萬物玩弄

活著若是夢 是夢蝶讓水色震動
撇夠了冷雨 得到升空

Weak Water Three Thousand

Living self-living, myriad in flowing water swimming
Occasionally fell in love with some reflections
Flowing years flowing into rivers, flowing past famous places
Underneath the waves, holding a mirror, hard to discern old scenery

Mountains and rivers are not mountains and rivers, frozen into snowdrifts
Mountains and rivers are mountains and rivers, if hot, like fog
Mixed with despair, then tears, producing heartbreak
If grapes turn into water, drunk, will get drunk again, will fall into a whirlpool of emptiness
Squeezed in a ditch, soaked in a bath, all the same falling from spring water
Sweat drops in a sea of blood, red or not, after scattering, the taste like tea, strong or not
Is that pleasure or pain, in the deep sea, forever impassible
Quietly floating in the clear sky, with a turn can transform into a cup
If thirsty, then drink up those dense clouds, like drinking illusory beliefs, believe or not

Living self-living, myriad in flowing water swimming
Occasionally fell in love with some reflections
Flowing years flowing into rivers, flowing past famous places
Underneath the waves, holding a mirror, hard to discern old scenery

Mountains and rivers are not mountains and rivers, frozen into snowdrifts
Mountains and rivers are mountains and rivers, if hot, like fog
Mixed with despair, then tears, producing heartbreak
If grapes turn into water, drunk, will get drunk again, will fall into a whirlpool of emptiness
Squeezed in a ditch, soaked in a bath, all the same falling from spring water
Sweat drops in a sea of blood, red or not, after scattering, the taste like tea, strong or not
Is that pleasure or pain, in the deep sea, forever impassible
Quietly floating in the clear sky, with a turn can transform into a cup
If thirsty, then drink up those dense clouds, like drinking illusory beliefs, believe or not

Three thousand spring river waters, temporarily dwelling in a lonely sky
Having seen enough of the world, falling into the spring breeze
Pure water, bitter water, all dwelling in mid-air
No flowers bloom in the water, all things silently still
This broken mirror reflects the surging waves, only then do the eyebrows tremble

Sweat drops in a sea of blood, red or not, after scattering, the taste like tea, strong or not
Is that pleasure or pain, in the deep sea, forever impassible
Quietly floating in the clear sky, with a turn can transform into a cup
If thirsty, then drink up those dense clouds, like drinking illusory beliefs, believe or not

Water slowly flowing with colors in the sky
Water slowly flowing, toying with all things

If living is a dream, is the dream butterfly letting the water’s colors vibrate
Having seen enough of the cold rain, rising into the sky