小春日和 In the Warm Spring Day

kamenohaha 发表于 2009-01-15 16:33:03

微风轻轻的从脸庞吹过

阳光正热烈放送

懒洋洋的我现在一切都要慢动作

 

曾经有一种热热的幽默

在某个春天午后

有个人在我脸上留下秋天的叶落

 

忘了什么时候

我也记不得

应该是小时候

想找一些什么风景来陪我

只好出去走走

 

小春日和里想要变成小狗

躺在马路上享受暖洋洋的梦

小春日和里一大片的天空

总有个角落正在发生好事哟

 

Breeze touches my cheek gently

The sunshine is bright

Now I take my time with everything

 

Once there had been a warm humour

In certain spring afternoon

Someone put a fallen leaf of Autumn on my face

 

Forget the actual time

I can’t remember

Maybe in the childhood

Wanna find some beauty

Then I had to go out and have a walk

 

In the warm spring days I wish to be a little dog

Lying in the road to enjoy the happy nice dreams

Under the great sky in the warm spring day

There must be something good happenning

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Happy Birthday！May You Be An adult!

kamenohaha 发表于 2009-01-06 22:40:38

Birthday once more.
 
Yes, tomorrow is my bithday, the 22th.
 
I still can’t believe I will be a 22 old one immediately. I indeed am not like the ones at the same age of mine. Namely, I haven’t been mature enough.
 
Today, I find what I am mostly devoid of is professionalism. Even working as a bus conductor also need its professionalism, which is the thing that I have been perceived these days.
 
I noticed that in fact it is also demanding a lot of abilities merely as a conductor, you should know it is not a job as simple as you imagined.
 
In the mornings of working days, the bus is always crowded, especially at the rush hours. Even if only as a passenger I still can’t keep good temper, let alone the conductor who not only has to keep order, book hither and thither in the crowd but keeps smiling.
 
I really wanna gain this kind of ability that only can be owned by a real adult.  
To some degree I do admire the “conductors”.
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Some Real Feelings at the Moment

kamenohaha 发表于 2009-01-02 20:10:33

I don’t know what I wanna do on earth, I don’t know what I wanna do on earth, I don’t know what I wanna do on earth… …I think I am a little at sea.
 
After the long talk with Juan last night, again I felt I do haven’t found my actual way. Then firstly let alone the other things, what I very want now is can be back to the simple me. Till today I at length notice that it is how strongly do I miss the past self. I do don’t want to be one who’s changed by the society. It will not be me any more.
 
Before I arranged these bothering things, I perceive that the love wich I poured upon someone become not as steady as before. Then see, in fact there’s indeed nothing can be more important than your own affairs. We always love ourselves most. This is a truth, cause I am also not a great one as I thought.
 
As the seasons alternate and time goes by, I’m also changing unperceivably. I don’t know whether it is right to wanna take things under control and to take everything run in my own fixed way. But I know maybe all will be end up with a big disappointment if I run this way. I wish this is the most intricate period in my life and in the coming days I can disentangle all these puzzles at this time and live in a long-expected way with all my loved.
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稻香 Fragrance of Paddy

kamenohaha 发表于 2008-12-18 18:54:03

稻香

对这个世界如果你有太多的抱怨
跌倒了就不敢继续往前走
为什麼人要这麼的脆弱 堕落
请你打开电视看看
多少人为生命在努力勇敢的走下去
我们是不是该知足
珍惜一切 就算没有拥有

还记得你说家是唯一的城堡 随著稻香河流继续奔跑
微微笑 小时候的梦我知道
不要哭让萤火虫带著你逃跑 乡间的歌谣永远的依靠
回家吧 回到最初的美好

不要这麼容易就想放弃 就像我说的
追不到的梦想 换个梦不就得了
为自己的人生鲜艳上色 先把爱涂上喜欢的颜色
笑一个吧 功成名就不是目的
让自己快乐快乐这才叫做意义
童年的纸飞机 现在终於飞回我手里
所谓的那快乐 赤脚在田里追蜻蜓追到累了
偷摘水果被蜜蜂给叮到怕了 谁在偷笑呢
我靠著稻草人吹著风唱著歌睡著了
哦 哦 午后吉它在虫鸣中更清脆
哦 哦 阳光洒在路上就不怕心碎
珍惜一切 就算没有拥有

还记得你说家是唯一的城堡 随著稻香河流继续奔跑
微微笑 小时候的梦我知道
不要哭让萤火虫带著你逃跑 乡间的歌谣永远的依靠
回家吧 回到最初的美好 


Fragrance of Paddy
 
Don’t hold too many complaints of this word in heart or stop forwarding in the presence of obstacles
You can’t be so weak and degraded
Open the TV you’ll see so many persons are struggling bravely for their dreams
We should be content with and cherish the things around even without possession
 
I still remember that you said home was the only asylum of heart where you could run along with the paddy fields without stop
I smile mildly cause I recall the dreams in childhood
Dry your eyes, let the fireflies take you away to hear the never-changed airs in the country again
Go back home and back to the initial happiness
 
Don’t be so prone to renounce
Just like what I say, if you can’t realize this dream then just to take another one
You won’t have a colourful life until you paint your love with the favourite colour
Show a smile
The purpose of life is not fame and fortune but how to let yoursef delighted
The paper planes of childhood which hold the purest happiness at length fly back to my hand
The actual hppiness is to track the dragonfly in field till exhausted and to pick fruits by stealth and won’t cease this trick till fear for the stings of bees
Listening who is tittering?
I’m humming and generaly falling asleep against the scarecrow in the breez
OH OH the guitar sounds more pleasing to the ear with the chorus of insects in the afternoon
OH OH don’t lose your courage and to see how shinning the road is under the sun
To cherish the things around even without possession
 
I still remember that you said home was the only asylum of heart where you could run along with the paddy fields without stop
I smile mildly cause I recall the dreams in childhood
Dry your eyes, let the fireflies take you away to hear the never-changed airs in the country again
Go back home and back to the initial happiness
 
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十七岁的雨季 the Rainy Season of Our 17th

kamenohaha 发表于 2008-12-18 17:05:06

十七岁的雨季
 
当我还是小孩子
门前有许多的茉莉花
散发着淡淡的清香
当我渐渐的长大
门前的那些茉莉花
已经慢慢的枯萎不再萌芽
什么样的年纪
什么样的心情
什么样的欢愉
什么样的哭泣
十七岁那年的雨季
我们有共同的期许
也曾经紧紧拥抱在一起
十七岁那年的雨季
回忆起童年的点点滴滴
却发现成长已慢慢靠近
 
The Rainy season of our 17th
 
When I was yet a little one
There were many jasmines in front of my home perfumed the air
When I’ve gradually grown up
These jasmines have been already withered and never sprouted since
In what age
In what mood
In what gaiety
In what sadness
In the rainy season of our 17th
We made the same wishes and embraced each other tightly
In the rainy season of our 17th
We picked up the recollections of our childhood
And only to perceive the approaching of maturity
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后青春期的诗 Poetry of Postpuberty

kamenohaha 发表于 2008-12-17 20:59:42

后青春期的诗
 
当烟雾随晨光飘散
枕畔的湖已风乾
期待已退化成等待而我告别了突然
当泪痕勾勒成遗憾回忆夸饰著伤感逝水比喻时光荏苒
终於我们不再为了生命狂欢　为爱情狂乱
然而青春彼岸　盛夏正要一天一天一天的灿烂
谁说不能让我　此生唯一自传　如同诗一般
无论多远未来　读来依然一字一句一篇都灿烂
让天空解释著蔚蓝　浮云定义著洁白
落花铺陈一片红色地毯　迎接我们到未来　精彩未完的未来
 
 
Poetry of Postpuberty
 
When haze disappeared with the coming of morning light
When the tears of nightmares have been gently dried
The expectations have already been changed into wait and then I bade farewell to the fuss
When the streaks of tear drew the outline of regrets
The sentimentality was adorned by recollections
The sliping away of time was like the running of water
At length we’ve no longer reveled in puerile happiness or gone insane for puppy loves
Yet you can see the high summer days are just glittering on the opposite shore of our youth
I wanna make my whole life a poetic one
And no matter how old am I then my biography should be a colourful one to be read
Azure is annotated by sky and white is defined by clouds
Stepping on the carpet made by dropped flowers we’re forward to our future
which is brilliant and undone
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