陳月紅

Life is not a Dream

Life is not a dream，

The sleeping soul is dead，

Things are not what they thought.

Life is real existence，

It not the body， or not the soul，

It not for a pleasure， or not to suffer.

Well today，

Beyond tomorrow，

Its our present life.

Art is not a dream，

Life end is not desert grace，

With a brave heart，

Knocking the musical note.

World is not a dream，

Life can be camped anywhere，

Be not like dumb cattle，

Working in the field，

Waiting be a hero in the strife.

Beautiful heaven is not a dream，

Kind hearted people，

However pleasant，

Let the dead past bury its dead！

Act in the truth world！

Lives of great men remind us，

We can make our live lofty，

And when we departing，

Footprints on the sands of time，

Let us screwe up，

Like sea captain stay on that footprint，

Keeping forging ahead，

Learn to Labor and learn to wait.

Rose clouds are so beautiful

With the seagulls flying gently，

Embellished the blue sky，

Beautified the green weeds，

The heart follows in good old days.

Rose clouds are so beautiful，

Flying freely in all places，

Flying to the line of the sky，

Flying to the end of the sea，

Flying to see the sunset against the sky.

Rose clouds are so beautiful，

Flying freely in all places，

What she wants，

To fly around，

How much sorrows，

To fly anywhere，

Why always waves are rough for ever？

Rose clouds are so beautiful，

Flying freely in all places，

Deep in Rose clouds is my home，

Following Rose clouds，

Share the sunset，

Looking at the sea tide，

Come and go，

Knocking at the Rose clouds，

When will return？

Swans love

On the elegant lack，

Stopped a black swan silently，

One day later，

Came a white swan ，

Floating on the lake，

Appreciated himself everyday.

As the time went by，

The black swan，

Revealed endless love，

To the white.

Sometimes stretched her neck，

Utter a cry;

Sometimes charming，

Express her enchanting;

Sometime narrowed her eyes，

Murmured in the ear.

Compared to the people，

They intelligent，

But their love so pure，

No requirements attached，

No public interests anymore，

No decoration of money，

No profit in mind，

Only have a cavity of passion，

To snuggle and to warm.

The swans love，

So holy and so clean，

Let us raise the head.