不再敬畏這些石頭的沉默與堅強
文明的擺設誠實地欺騙了世界
原來偉大不過是幻影中的美麗雕像
雖然去年還有荒煙蔓草
秋風依舊流行著燦爛奪目的金黃印象
稻穗已經開始親吻大地
但正義的呼喊誓言消滅寧靜
戰爭從來只為它自己的瘋狂感到驕傲
一起猜想隔夜的咖啡是否酸苦優雅
如果寫信給理性的數學預言
有誰知道將會迎來怎樣的宇宙翻騰
等待著若存若亡的光與重力的起伏浪潮
Of Light and Gravity's Undulating Tide
No longer in awe of the stone's silence and strength,
Civilization's ornaments honestly deceive the world.
Greatness,it turns out, is but a beautiful statue in the realm of illusions,
Though last year still saw wild smoke and tangled grasses.
The autumn wind still carries the dazzling golden impression,
Rice stalks have begun to kiss the earth.
Yet the cries for justice vow to extinguish tranquility,
War has ever been proud only of its own madness.
Together we ponder whether last night's coffee was sour and bitter with elegance,
If we were to write letters to the prophecies of rational mathematics,
Who could know what cosmic upheavals would come in response?
Await the undulating tide of light and gravity,both existing and not.
