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June 04, 2008

day 34–3

When revising the translation theories, translating another Chinese song, and thinking about my daily life, I can't help but wondering: can communication really work?? Have I really ever understood a person? or have I ever really made myself clear? It seems that the world I've ever known is simply my way of misunderstanding the reality. Maybe the only purpose of living is to be happy in the misunderstanding?


day 34–2

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OdoD3aV_Zxs&feature=related

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vux2OU7LLP4

My translation of the lyrics, which is only my understanding (I believe there are thousands of versions):

&

I'm thinking of how you make up in the morning

while painting a blue flower on a white chinese vase.

I believe I can know your secret thoughts by missing you.

Your image is becoming so clear

that I can't paint anymore.

*

People paint beautiful women to make them their private collection,

but your smile is like the first blossom

so hard to grab

that I can only feel you're leaving me.

*

The blue sky is waiting for the rain. I'm waiting for you.

half of my soul has left me for a long journey to your place.

I carve a signature on the vase

to plan a plot about how we shall meet.

*

The blue sky is waiting for the rain. I'm waiting for you.

I'm wondering what type of couple we will be

just like wondering how to catch the moon in the river,

but you don't know how your smile is torturing me.

Your smile is just as innocent as the beautiful antique vase.

*

I'm painting blue fishes and white flowers on a chinese bowl

I'm keep thinking about you in the whole process even when I sign on it.

I guess I've accidentally hiden how I feel about you in it.

If the bowl becomes an antique in the future,

my secret will have been passed down for thousands of years.

But few people will find it in the thousands years,

for it is as precious as the sound of needle falling.

*

The sudden rain is making me sentimental.

I'm thinking of how I first saw you.

It is just as if I'd seen you in my previous life

I think I was passing a little town by the river,

and I can't remember why I omitted your smile when I was back home painting my journey.

I believe that maybe why I can't stop thinking of you in the present life.

*

The blue sky is waiting for the rain. I'm waiting for you.

half of my soul has left me for a long journey to your place.

I carve a signature on the vase

to plan a plot about how we shall meet.

*

The blue sky is waiting for the rain. I'm waiting for you.

I'm wondering what type of couple we will be

just like wondering how to catch the moon in the river,

but you don't know how your smile is torturing me.

Your smile is just as innocent as the beautiful antique vase.


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