Hail Halley,
Hallelujah Halley!
A faraway traveler in the starry sky, a prodigal son in space
Once I turn back to the earth it's seventy-six years later
How does the half-wall of the blue dome look like
Light years is a long or a short pavilion
This is the first time that I've been in the world. Light years are long or short pavilions
Silver hair flying, white cloak fluttering
Trailing the loneliness of the lone warrior in the end of time
Crimes against the second consort, rushes the Ziwei, crosses the tantalizing celestial river
The erratic movements in the ancient book
Disrupts the order of the starry night
Shocking emperors and children, bringing nightmares
Wars, revolutions, Plague and death
The Chintian Emperor didn't know what to make of it
Nor could the nursery rhymes of the marketplace, nor the slang of the jungle
To wait for Harley, your oblivious confidant
With a parabolic thin
Toward the spectrum of the starry race in the depths of the Flood
To trace the enigma of your wandering origins
That from then on, you have had a vulgar name
To turn back again to seek your human soulmate
Waving such illustrious signals
To bear witness to him, but seventy-six times too late?
Prophets, alas, are always early visitors who walk alone
Can't wait to meet their prophecies
Like a boomerang you come slanting in
Against the course of all the planets
All the telescopes are aiming
The whole theater waits with excitement
Protagonists come onstage from the darkest part of the night
The year's most sensational guest from beyond the sky
Look in the mirror, your touching profile
Dashing long hair combed and brushed
Going up against the hurricane winds blowing in from the great ball of fire
Sun Plaza's tandem
Wrapping around an empty U shape
You're making a big U-turn, ready for your return trip
Nineteen hundred eighty-four, a contemporary prophecy just passed <
Seeing you again from ancient lore
Trailing the shadow of the broom, how pitiful
Terrified mankind, without a word of warning or help
How many more threats can we bear
How can man-made disasters on earth be blamed on heavenly calamities
You're really a broom, so wield the broom
Sweeping away the bad omens from our hearts
Seventy-six years is a disaster, how many disasters have you survived
What is the wrath of heaven that is banishing you
Letting you go to the cold, desolate borders of Pluto
Looking back at the sun as a sickly firefly
Resisting from being a prisoner of the black prison
You've always come out of your own way to join the sun
Splendidly making the rounds to worship the firelight
We are the ones who are the most powerful in the world, and we are the only people in this world that can do this. Worship the firelight
You always run in the tragedy of reincarnation
Holding the long flag of pilgrimage all the way
Let me, too, raise my mirror to you
Billions of lenses, tonight, are raised to you
Six inches of short barrel
On the one end, there is the long, limitless sky
On the other end, the hurrying, sentient earth
How many people will be able to wait for you at this end
The next reincarnation will come back
At least I won't be able to
How can my gray hairs, even if they are 3,000 feet long, be as long as yours
The next time you pass by, there will be no one left on earth
But my country will still be the five mountains going up
All the rivers will still roll eastward
The next time you pass by, there will be no one left in the world
The next time I pass by, I will be the only person left in the world. Eastward
The nation's will is always forward
Toward the hot sun, just like you