That is the son starting off on the distant horseback
From ancient times to now the concept of real time has never been decoded
Or there are more followers to gaze: behind existence
The hidden philosophy is veiled softly
Or gazing at the boundless view at the bank
Under brilliant sunshine step by step into the abyss
Or hearing in the moment of despair
The riotous clop shined upon by the bloody clouds
Or at century end the toll of New Year blows the bright moon round
And hurrying back into nest and receding to tide
Or to vainly blow a gust of chilly wind into the vessel
Of the creek and to cruelly beat the black river
And to painfully gaze at the starry sky to finish the lonely echo
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Or the septicemia squirming in the body
To be stranded by image owing to momentary wrong love
Or never to realize death
When death befalls
To trace the pledge of contract
To penetrate the desire of life
To encounter death at the bank
Or the spring wind steps night dewdrops into pieces
A foot sinking into dawn
The unspeakable thought surges in the mind
And is filled with blood plasma with brains
For ages no funeral for the living
Helpless with the deep pain
To pour out the heart of yore
Or a stem of lotus blossom growing out of the smudge
Attempting to tangle and snarl attempting to scale the treetops along the river
Forever to perch at the similar shrine
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Wet through in the rain
And is nowhere to be seen
Only echo of the empty vale
To blow to the horizon in nameless phantom
Or in summer only an old ship
Is fluctuating with the rising and falling of the tides
But still unquiet and turbulent
Still yearning for long
Therefore we own more winters
But at the near bank
To miraculously bear the sun and the moon and the stars
While watching the coming of another winter
In the crazy field
When we surge to you with smiles
You are not moved in the least by us
Rather a mean and ferocious visage is revealed
While kidnapping away my only unprecedented existence
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When the feeble body winds up the mountain
A bellyful of worries take root in the lonely wasteland
In standing posture to plant into the depth of earth
Perhaps it is the clear sky
Only the laughter of a few blossoms of scorching sun hanging in heaven
There is an open ground which has a high opinion of itself
To harvest youth fate and fantasy
And in the dream to intrude in the home of other people
A blind eye is turned to such nights
In the height of summer how to have the heart
To leave the cut traces of time
Perhaps time is eternal
The earth is eternal
Human beings are eternal …
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Like a vast sea, like a forest
Like the sea and the river
The starry sky overhead
Like a newborn baby at birth
The mouth corner is covered with blood
It is each blade of grass that is sparkling with dewdrops
Or it is our ankles
That touch the silent earth
Gradually stepping toward the abyss
Jumping to the feet
To become the descendents of rivers and mountains
Tantalizing
After thunderbolt
When a red, red sun
Rises from the east
Thousands of people are life-oriented
Freedom as dancing
Sliding into the deepest corner of history
And we begin to recall
The vast land endless fog and snow
With its bubbling laughter
Over the bank following the steps of footprints
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This is the trend of river
The wasteland knocks at the wasteland
And I stand at the bank with feet spread wide
Gazing at the wheat ears of high autumn which lower their heads
Sparsely rolling across a large stretch of wasteland
But without knowing how much sorrow it is
How much fantasy is with me
Now, the penetrating toll still lingers here
Like the feet of my love wading across the riverbank of dusk
To intuitively perceive the lonely night of the shepherd
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In the same moonlight
Recalling the distant past events
And large blossoms of floating cloud that contain the throes of birth
To perceive the stretch of blue behind your back
Things have changed with the passage of time without knowing it is fortune or disaster
Kissing the bare feet
To make them escape like running blood
Shed tears like running blood
Even make them fly from a shame into a rage
Revolting into the head of a bull
But what I concern most is my steps over water
How to make it through submerged reef and trough
Through the fine shadow of grasses
Or how to steady oneself on the deck
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Listening to the calling of wind
The calling of rain
The calling of thunder
And the breath of torrent rushing past the breast
On my fully laden ship
To carve down your uneasiness and commotion
Therefore the subjects of my kingdom surge here in crowds
To hastily stand at the entrance to winter
Until the setting sun slants westward while still examining one’s own face
And quite hard to imagine a pair of extended hands
In the shadow of stones to become strange friends to each other
But I shall never feel cold or depressed
Because life itself should be a transparent skin
The skin of people, the skin of grass and the skin of tableland
Or the wailing of running water and floating cloud contained
In the line of vision of time and fire
To hand over a wheel of sun
Attempting to give off light
So as to go with him
Remorseless tearless
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Distant is the rumbling of war drum
And the killing sound of time
— Soughing is the autumn wind
Fruit upon fruit leap out of the water surface
Quietness in motion
A moving and leaping picture
Bare at the arms of giants like a corpse
Which unfolds the reposeful body
This is the last funeral for you and for me
No matter who first reaches the other bank
Eventually a bonfire is to be burned behind the body
Echoing each other to become the blood plasma of rhythmic movement
Or to breathe hastily waves upon waves
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And we stamp our feet at the bank
While measuring the bloody head
To elevate it above water into a standing posture
Unfolding the four limbs drinking the black therein —
To make a nest in puzzlement to obstinately defend the empty wilderness
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But it does not belong to my silent river
And only a distant gazing
This is the peak of peaks
I turn back to shout at the feet of the mountain
Seeking along the empty vale echoing
A plaintive tune
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From that shore to this shore