壹

Some unseen fingers, like an idle breeze, are playing upon my heart the music of the ripples.

芊芊指尖，撫我心弦。

高山流水，柔風(fēng)戲漣。

貳

"What language is thine, O sea?"

"The language of eternal question."

"What language is thy answer, O sky?"

"The language of etrnal silence."

終古獨(dú)悲寂，玄海映蒼穹。

叁

Listen, my heart, to the whispers of the world with which it makes love to you.

? ? 小荷戀清露

? ? 蒼竹慕晚風(fēng)

? ? ? 心有所屬

? 方知萬物有生

? 呵，萬物有聲

肆

The mystery of creation is like the darkness of night—it is great.

Delusions of knowledge are like the fog of the morning.

? 我看見智者的長袍

? ? ? ? 在黑夜里

? ?和黑暗融為一體

? 卻永遠(yuǎn)無法湮滅

? ?那泛黃的書卷

? ? 一頁頁翻過

揮灑著黎明的曙光

? ? ?晨曦將至

? ? 晨霧何來?

? ?智者笑了笑

? ? ? 揮揮手

? ?薄霧盡散

道一聲：“天地玄黃”

伍

Do not seat your love upon a precipice because it is high.

臨淵不懼，

真愛無崖。