At the dawn of the great turn,
No, it's not done
what one used to like however
so much already done.
All those beautiful landscapes,
age can [just] not care
but move the clouds,
we must go there.
Thinking of raising
onto that moon
the eyes, so as for our feathers
to move and give fortune back to our heads
(that are) full of mist.
This isn't a goodbye.
I used to think more from the top, to see again
the beautiful story
without fear
of time passing
of height
Without fear of the sky, nor the eternal,
Time has abjured.
Without fear of the piquancy, the naturalness
of a past note
Thinking of raising
onto that moon
the eyes, so as for our feathers
to move and give fortune back to our heads
(that are) full of mist.
This isn't a goodbye.
I used to think more from the top, to see again
the beautiful story
without fear
of time passing
of height
Thinking of raising
onto that moon
the eyes, so as for our feathers
to move and give fortune back to our heads
(that are) full of mist.
This isn't a goodbye.
I used to think more from the top, to see again
the beautiful story
without fear
of time passing
of height
And if you are afraid of the clock ['...du cadran']
Take a good look at all these people
It's not a dream, it's life
This isn't a goodbye.
I used to think more from the top, to see again
the beautiful story
without fear
of time passing
of height
This isn't a goodbye.
I used to think more from the top, to see again
the beautiful story
without fear
of time passing
of height
This isn't a goodbye.
I used to think more from the top, to see again
the beautiful story
without fear
of time passing
of height
Jinjié Dong
Thu, 07/03/2019 - 15:00
Couldn't quite decipher the 2nd-4th lines so I left the ambiguities there untouched.