Language is an Art: 三寸天堂
Originally posted on 29 September 2016
The beauty of language lies in the art of expression. Art sometimes make you speechless, yet through the different languages, it attempts to reconstruct these feelings into words. Not only so, it is able to incorporate the culture and values of a language into the beautiful expression. For instance, Chinese language is so delicate that you have to read between the lines, just like the culture. Chinese songs never fail to make me feel extremely heartbroken, yet in a grateful way.
不再看天上太阳透過雲彩的光 / 不再找 約定了的天堂 / 不再叹你说過的人间世事无常 / 借不到的 三寸日光
Such few characters can bring about a tsunami of emotions and memories, creating a waves in my eyes. Translated, it says: do not look for the sun rays that shine through the clouds, do not find the promised heaven of us; humanity is impermanent. No matter what we do, we cannot borrow anymore time. (The last part is from a Chinese expression, 一寸光阴一寸金，寸金难买寸光阴. This express means it is not possible to buy more time with money.)
Interpreted in my perspective, it paints a sad story of a lover. Perhaps they live in a different world, a different dimension, a different reality. There is not point looking up at the skies, moon or stars to find about the future (astrology is important in the Chinese culture). Maybe one should just stop thinking about the said promised future; for nothing is permanent like the future. All the predictions and all the money in the world can’t buy more time together.
This reminds me greatly about my life. As the same sun breaks through the clouds to warm the ground below, sometimes I look up in the sky and wonder how people are living on the other side. Countless talks about the future does not mean anything, for I believe that nothing is permanent. No matter what I do, time is limited. Why bemoan about the lost future, when all I should do is to enjoy the current time spent together. In another world, another life, another universe, maybe it would be different. But right now, enjoy everything in the purest form, for once lost, nothing can bring it back.