Retrospection

At the summit of the snow-capped mountain,

Glancing back toward the foothills—

Rainforest arms embracing,

A mirror of lake remains.

Leaves vibrate,

Whispering ancient tales.

Wind plucks the rain-strings,

Composing a concerto.

A banquet of spirits

Reunites beneath moonlight.

At the beginning of a path less traveled,

What do they raise their cups to?

A sprout,

The first stroke of your canvas.

在皑皑的山巅，

回望山脚——

雨林臂膀环抱，

湖水如镜，静谧无波。

树叶轻颤，

低语远古的传说。

风拨动雨丝之弦，

谱写一曲协奏。

众灵的欢宴，

月下重聚。

在人迹罕至的路之始，

他们举杯为何？

一枚新芽，

你画布上的第一触。