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70 I have seen you playing in the ballroom of life.Your laughter greeted me in the spring when the trees suddenly opened their young leaves.Lying on the field full of flowers, I heard your whisper in the grass. Babies are born, bring your message of hope to my family; and women, bring your music of love. Now, I sit on the beach waiting, touch you in death, carry back the harmony of life in the song of the stars in the night sky. 71 I recall my childhood, when the morning sun seemed to be my playmate, suddenly appearing at my bedside every day with its morning miracle.At that time, I looked to the world with pure joy, believing that extraordinary things bloomed in my heart every day like flowers; at that time, insects, birds, animals, reeds, grass and clouds in the sky were all amazing; At that time, the night rain pattered, sending the fantasy dream of fairyland, and the mother's whisper at dusk contained the affection of the stars.

And then I thought of death, and of the rising of the curtain, and of the new morning coming, and in the wonder of new love my life awoke. 72 If my heart were not full of love to kiss you, O world, you would lose your perfect splendor, and the sky would light up and watch the long night. My heart comes to you with her song, whispers to you, and puts her wreath around your neck. I know that she gave something that will be cherished with your stars. 73 In the morning, you let me sit by your window. I have talked with your servants, who ran silently on the roads driven by you; and I have sang to the tune of your heavenly music.

I have seen the sea when it is calm, maintaining an immeasurable silence; I have also seen the sea when it is furious, roaring violently, trying to tell the mystery deep in its heart. I have seen the earth spread out its feast of youthful splendor, and I have seen its wretched hour of brooding shadows. The farmers who sowed have heard me say hello to them, but those who have returned laden or empty have not heeded my singing. In this way, I finally ended my life.Now, at dusk, I sing my last song, Tell the world I love you. 74 I am your singer and it is my duty to adore you with my song.

My song has the sweet voice of your spring flowers, with the rhythm of your green leaves rustling. I sing of your midnight stillness and your morning stillness. The trembling of the rain in early summer and the tumbling of the rice waves during the harvest in autumn all merge into my songs.O my lord, when you come into my house and break my heart, let my song not stop, let it sing a song of welcome to you. 75 O guests who intrude into my life, you come with the dawn, you come at night. Your name has been whispered by spring flowers and called by summer showers. You have brought a harp to my home and a lamp.

When you left, I saw God's footprints on the floor. Now, when my pilgrimage has come to an end, I leave behind a bouquet of flowers for vespers to bid you farewell. 76 I feel I see you, so in the dark I set sail. At this moment, the rising sun showed a smiling face, and the spring flowers were competing for beauty. Even if the morning light fades and the flowers fade, I will sail on. All things sleep, the night is dark, you have sent me a silent warning. At this moment, the bells are ringing, and the boat is full of gold. Even if the bells are silent and the boat is empty, I will sail on.

Some boats have already gone away, and some boats are not ready to set sail. I don't want to wait for delays and fall behind. The breeze filled the sails, and the birds flew from the other side. Even if the sail is broken, even if I can't see the opposite shore, I will set off and move forward. 77 "Wanderer, where are you going?" "I want to go to the sea to bathe, where the morning is full of red clouds, and the seashore is lined with green trees." "Wanderer, where is the sea?" "At the end of the river. At dawn, the morning light rises there; at dusk, the setting sun sets there."

"Wanderer, how many people are traveling with you?" "I don't know how to count them. They traveled all night with lamps on their way, and they traveled across mountains and rivers singing songs all day long. " "Wanderer, how far is the sea?" "We all wonder how far away it is. "When we stopped talking, the roaring waves shook the sky. It was both far away and close at hand." "Wanderer, the sun is scorching hot, and the ceresin is melting." "Yes, our journey was hard and painful, and we sang when the spirit was weary; and when the spirit was timid, we sang."

"Wanderers, how will you settle down when night falls?" "We shall sleep peacefully until the new dawn comes with song, until the call of the sea floats in the air." 78 Friend, my traveling companion, accept my traveler's salute. O life and death, destruction and loss, the gloomy silence of evening. Ruins of crumbling houses, O my lord, accept my traveler's salute. O dawn of newborn dawn, sun of eternal day, receive my salutation with hope that will never be quenched. My guide, I am a traveler on the endless road, accept my wanderer's salute.