孤燈 （33）

微風輕撫影子搖， 寒夜寂靜無人聊， 孤燈獨守窗前照， 倒影裡誰在喧囂。 舊書殘頁泛黃記， 歲月塵封往事迷， 怎堪回憶再續筆， 心事如同朦朧雨。 孤燈伴舞長夜冷， 心中熱火卻不熄， 默默燃盡過往夢， 照亮傷痕每寸地。 燈花顫抖像嘆息， 黑暗緊扣誰在囚， 靈魂掙扎無聲語， 夜深無際惆悵留。 輕紗覆鏡映無常， 昔日笑顏如今桑， 隨風散去像蒸霓， 獨孤身影在街旁。 (The breeze gently stirs shadows swaying, In the cold silent night, no one is speaking. A solitary lamp guards the window, Within reflections, who stirs the commotion? Old pages of books are tinged with yellow memories, Time enshrouds the past in layers of confusion. How can one resume the pen of reminiscence, When thoughts are as hazy as a misty rain? The lone lamp dances with the cold endless night, But the flame of the heart burns ever brightly. Silently consuming dreams of bygone days, Illuminating scars over every inch of ground. The flickering lamplight trembles like a sigh, Darkness tightens, who remains trapped within? The soul struggles, speaking in silent words, Late in the boundless night, melancholy lingers. A veil lightly covers the mirror, reflecting impermanence, Yesterday’s smiles now wither in desolation. Scattered by the wind, like evaporating mist, A solitary figure stands in the street.)