Chapter 15 Dadu Mountain

- you don't know who you are, you're melancholy You know who you're not, you're disillusioned Spring calls me on Mount Dadu The clarinet's long neck calls me (Snake charmer calls me like that) sitting on a loose hillside bask in the new, new, new sun Dazzling like the headline sun The sun sitting opposite the breakfast table duck egg yolk, duck egg yolk, thick sun spring is new Spring calls me on Mount Dadu The whole spectrum calls me brilliantly Red enough to fall in love, yellow enough to pat your eyes Polished, old sun with green rust Buy an April, buy a March

Rhododendrons on the skirts of the season colorful kindergarten spring is so noisy Spring, spring calls me from afar The partridges in the whole acacia forest are calling me (The direction of the blue coach is calling me) Triangular Bell, Xylophone, Basom Basong Basong After the rainy season, waiting for the windy season Ask if the yellow mud spring has a sense of touch The finger of the sun and the itch of the melon field April is the ticklishest Close it hard, a pirate version of Faust and close the windows facing north You once stood in Keelung Harbor without a raincoat Listen to the vibration of the whistle of the big cruise ship, the cloud of lung disease

You are a boy looking at the sea, without a raincoat Spring is green on the abandoned stacks of the old castle White pebbles grinning on the river bed Tomb-sweeping day, paper money, black butterflies flying (Even the father-in-law of the land has to travel far away with a stick) lovers date in cemetery It's time for the snoozing corpse to turn over A rose flower stands on tiptoe read whose inscription Give winter to aspirin, ahhh put away your insomnia, your low self-esteem Low altitude supported by utility poles air used by a million people ah sneeze ah sneeze Ads for miracle drugs, bacteria, atomic rain

Spring, spring is the season of daze Sitting on Korean grass, startled for an afternoon Keats's poems on lap There is no lung disease in spring Spring is an extended April Fool's Day, love is in vogue Zhuo Wenjun died two thousand years, spring is still spring Still seventeen, still seventeen and a half Still the clouds are swans, and the schoolgirls are larks Still Yun is very ballet, but the female students are very sad There is no lung disease in spring Closure, existence and non-existence with your pale and trembling hands Hands opening a drawer and then closing it Twist the bottle cap, then count the pills in your hands, ahhh

Zhuo Wenjun died two thousand years, spring is still spring (you don't know who you are, you don't know) the beautiful widow, the young widow (you don't know who you are, you don't know) Zhuo Wenjun has been dead for twenty centuries, spring (you don't know who you are, you don't know) Zhuo Wenjun has been dead for twenty centuries, spring Zhuo Wenjun has been dead for twenty centuries, spring is still spring Still the clouds are like swans, and the girls are like peacocks Still the clouds are very chic, and the girls are very April Old professor, change to a floral tie

Did you ever fall in love when you were a sophomore? you don't know who you are, you don't know Zhuo Wenjun died two thousand years, spring is still spring La Traviata, Keats (You Didn't Know It) Zhuo Wenjun died two thousand years, spring is still (you don't know who you are) spring or spring Farewell to the zebra crossing of life Farewell to pirated books and life Farewell to Taipei, the anteater Say goodbye to my rain hat and raincoat It's spring, it's the season of daze Spring calls me on Mount Dadu Said the wind came from the strait, the strait woke up

(you don't know, you don't know) Faun outside the red brick walls of the university (you don't know, you don't know) won't come to listen to your classical era The Faun is outside the walls of the girls' dormitory nor romeo and juliet old professor, old professor, change your tie Did you ever fall in love when you were a freshman? Professor, your tie, your tie! (you don't know who you are, you don't know)