House of Ryanne: 不懂

Saturday, October 25, 2008

不懂

明月圆，
水中影，
清风吹，
思望何时有结论。。。

两袖清，
心房空，
念心重，
脚踏实地勿念郎。。。

Sorry guys.... it's a poem.... I don't know how to translate... Hehehe....

(Inspired by 12 Girls Band's 12 words...)

4 comments:

黑 said...: 还说我呢。。你还不是post了这些连我都很难明白的东西吗？哈哈。。。不错嘛。。如果可以翻译更好。。哈哈。。。; October 26, 2008 at 10:13 AM
Ryanne said...: 我是当时想到什么就写什么吧。。。
你华语水准比我好。。。你帮我翻译吧。。。; October 26, 2008 at 5:03 PM
黑 said...: haha...ok,in funny version

bright moon round
shadow inside middle of water
wind blow,
when can hv a conclusion from our thinking

2 sleeves empty
empty in heart
miss smtg very much
foot stand on land dun miss about guy!!

wakakaka
dun ask wht i am doing
i dunno:P; October 27, 2008 at 5:28 PM
Ryanne said...: omg!!
not bad for a funny version la!!; October 27, 2008 at 6:23 PM

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IF you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
' Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!

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Saturday, October 25, 2008

不懂

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