Chapter 28 [to the lamp]

[to the lamp] Old age is worth living, no matter how lonely Must be awake late at night, like tonight When the sound of the waves shakes the restless world Gently Shaking into a Dream: Ships in the Harbor The street under the mountain, the wife of the next room The snoring on the desk echoes the wind on the water Luckily this lamp is left behind Accompany me to savor the long empty night No matter under this white hair How much anger and sorrow are still suppressed This right hand that refuses to let go is everything I can't hold it anymore, especially the years I still want to take advantage of the fact that the muscles and bones are not blunt, the wrist blood is not cold

Ask fate for the meaning of coming here And your lamp is always taking care of you Favor the warmth of the throbbing three feet all the secrets i want to tell the world No matter how light the strokes are Whispers you think are important not drowned in the snoring wind I'm sure I'll sleep in the end too You'll still light up here just for keep out of the dream to take my words to those who must be awake