Lucky you, my fair lady you came to this world of dustiness as a lake Many would be condemned by devils big and small for being held up like this by hordes of gorgeous men of mountains, of the Sierra Nevada Millions of years have you made you precede us all, little men and women stupid dinosaurs and strange birds You still keep yourself young, glorious They say you live in a spectacular spot of our earth the only part that can match your extraordinary beauty But it's you who nurture and beautify those around you
So many years have passed you still have that high purity and wear the same color of emerald and blue Your laughter is so serene and transparent It makes us cry and feel sad and content all at the same time; we become your children your happiness silently sinks into our blood
Needless to say, we have come a long way From that human world of dust and noise We have traveled a road up and down fighting through low mountains and feisty hills through the heat, cold and rain facing up to grudges natural and artificial We are afraid to tell you but you probably know that lightning used to laugh in our face thunder rolled over our heads The sky can be so heavy and the earth so muddy We are horrified; but we are smiling only for you and your extraordinary beauty
You are a woman, that's no secret You are proud to be held up by many men of towering mountains up there in the 6000-8000 foot altitude They are men of devotion, men with steam over their head that have changed into snow and ice but still loving
You are a mirror, clean and still reflecting the dirt in the face of human morality and its pettiness Hey, don't tell us you still have that roaming eye like when you were a little girl not yet this full, this refined and this magnificent Only your purity is consistent
There is no more mystery You are that gorgeous woman in my dreams who are worshipped by many but yet crying for the lack of true appreciation, of depth, of width You are forever waiting for that man of physical beauty and strength and of mental toughness and grotesque imagination one who can appreciate the full extent of you and your depth You are trying to meditate up a soul that does not view you as a lake but a living creature, a woman of extraordinary beauty You are beautiful because you are still alive
You have been waiting, my fair lady, long enough to die, to be reborn or to transform into a real lake Still you hold on, day and night, through the summer heat and winter snow because you have your own belief which is as stubborn as your undying beauty as immense as your inner richness You have extended everything too far not to be discovered and appreciated Your tears have become jade and diamonds
Am I the one you are waiting for? I doubt 'bout it, for I have no idea what to tell you. I even don't know how to bow There are too many eyes and you are too happy among those many men of mountains
But I can feel you, in my blood You keep me sick and happy days and years after I met you My life is thus changed, sadness reigns Maybe I should put my fist down and smash apart that awkward morality around my ankles Sorry I can't, for I am only a little man who is fortunate to meet you once in my life
哈哈哈哈 O(∩_∩)O哈哈~ 好久不来了，不小心看了一眼自己主页，发现自动关联了自己以往发过的帖，点进这个看了一眼，笑个半死。。。敢情我当初还发过这么搞笑的东西啊，我自己完全不记得了 
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发表于 2009-1-7 08:22:07
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发表于 2009-1-8 12:52:32
waiting for you to translate 
