搁浅ˇ謊唁﹎ Not the turbulence of waves,
but the majesty of endless heaps of snow.
Fixed the silent snow mountain.
Flowing the wind of grit.
Deep in this boundless and clean desert of clouds,
hides a sad song of wonder and austerity.
`
Possibly from here the Santa's sleigh
drives into the depth of night,
sending candies into the dreams of children.
Possibly that renowned but lonely thinker,
sets off from here to leave the imprint of his dreams
on the path of spiritual exploration.
Emptiness and desolation is inscribed upon the icy sky.
Under the pale desert of clouds
is the long-forgotten frozen river of oblivion.
With hands of faith, I secure my fearless shoelaces,
binding wisdom and bitterness
into the luggage for traveling.
Then without a word,
I stride onto this desert of clouds
persistently in search of the song
I want to sing even in my dreams.
but the majesty of endless heaps of snow.
Fixed the silent snow mountain.
Flowing the wind of grit.
Deep in this boundless and clean desert of clouds,
hides a sad song of wonder and austerity.
`
Possibly from here the Santa's sleigh
drives into the depth of night,
sending candies into the dreams of children.
Possibly that renowned but lonely thinker,
sets off from here to leave the imprint of his dreams
on the path of spiritual exploration.
Emptiness and desolation is inscribed upon the icy sky.
Under the pale desert of clouds
is the long-forgotten frozen river of oblivion.
With hands of faith, I secure my fearless shoelaces,
binding wisdom and bitterness
into the luggage for traveling.
Then without a word,
I stride onto this desert of clouds
persistently in search of the song
I want to sing even in my dreams.
