O Dreams, ye dreams are
My lifelong teachers.
When I was young and naive
They taught me – not by tongue,
Things belonging to the future –
But showing me pictures
With surreally fantastic scenes
From some otherworldly soil.
Rowing a shabby, tiny boat
Down the winding Stream
With murmuring water so tender yet
Wild sometimes, never weren't we
Agape beholding the mountains
Silently quarrel with the skies over
Who should be the legitimate sons
Loyally guarding Mother Nature
Since Life set a journey en route to infinity.
O Dreams, ye dreams are
My faithful gurus and friends.
Now I become a tattered man,
And they also get old – still
Teaching me things, things,
And still things as usual,
But showing me pictures futuristic no more,
But puzzles once alive in the past –
So realistic, cruel, yet so true.
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PS.
其實我從夢裡面所謂residues of yesterday學到很多意義
也就是我把夢稱為老師的原因.
那前幾天有個感受
就是我發現小時後的夢
大多看到的是屬於未來的 夢幻的光景,
但隨著我漸漸長大
我的夢老師似乎也跟著年邁
變不太出什麼新的把戲
於是秀給我的畫面
大都是過去的記憶
摻雜著悲傷以及快樂.
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