我再一次站在墨尔本的夜色里的时候，

生命的意义已经不再是用语言可以表述的了。。。。。。

From original movie track,

Ashes and Snow

给所有依旧热爱生命的人.......

If you come to me at this moment
Your minutes will become hours
Your hours will become days
And your days will become a lifetime 
To the Princess of the Elephants
I dissapeared exactly one year ago
On that day, I received a letter
It called me back to the place
where my life with the Elephants began
Please forgive me for the silence between us
has been unbroken for one year
This letter breaks that silence
It marks the first of my
three hundred and sixty five letters to you
One for each day of silence
I will never be more myself,
than in these letters
They are my maps of the bird path
And they are all that I know
To be true

You will remember everything
All will be as before

In the begining of time,
the skies were filled with flying elephants
Every night they lay down
in the same place in the sky
And dreamt with one eye open
When you gaze up at the stars at night
You are looking into the unblinking eyes
of elephants, who sleep with one eye open
To best keep watch over us

Ever since my house burnt down
I see the moon more clearly

I gazed upon all the Edens that have fallen in me
I saw Edens that I had held in my hands,
but let go
I saw promises I did not keep
Pains I did not sooth
Wounds I did not heal
Tears I did not shed
I saw deaths I did not mourn
Prayers I did not answer
Doors I did not open
Doors I did not close
Lovers I left behind
And dreams I did not live
I saw all that was offered to me,
that I could not accept
I saw the letters I wished for,
but never received
I saw all that could have been,
but never will be

An elephant with his trunk raised
is a letter to the stars
A breaching whale is a letter
from the bottom of the sea
These images are a letter to my dreams
These letters are my letters to you

My heart is like an old house,
who's windows have not been opened for years
But now I hear the windows opening
I remember the cranes floating above
the melting snows of the Himalayas
Sleeping on tails of manatees
The songs of the bearded seals
The bark of the zeebra

The clicks of the sand
The ears of the caracals
The sway of the elephants
The breaching of whales
And the silhouette of the eland
I remember the curl of the meerkat's toes
Floating on the Ganges
Sailing on the Nile
Ascending the steps of......
I remember wandering through the corridors
of Hatshepsut and the faces of many women
Endless seas and thousands of miles of rivers
...I remember father to children...
...And the taste...I remember...
...and the pealing of the peach...
I remember everything
But I do not remember ever having left

remember your dreams \ remember your dreams \ remember your dreams \ remember

The longer I watch the Savanna elephants,
the more I listen, the more that i open,
they remind me of who I am
May the guardian elephants hear my wish
to collaborate with all the musicians of nature's orchestra
I want to see through the eyes of the elephant
I want to join the dance that has no steps
I want to become the dance

I can't tell if you are getting closer or farther away
I long for the serenity I found
when I looked upon your face
Perhaps if your face could be returned to me now,
I would find it easier to recover
the face I seemed to have lost

My own

Feather to fire
fire to blood
blood to bone
bone to marrow
marrow to ashes
ashes to snow

Feather to fire
fire to blood
blood to bone
bone to marrow
marrow to ashes
ashes to snow

Feather to fire
fire to blood
blood to bone
bone to marrow
marrow to ashes
ashes to snow

Feather to fire
fire to blood
blood to bone
bone to marrow
marrow to ashes
ashes to snow

Feather to fire
fire to blood
blood to bone
bone to marrow
marrow to ashes
ashes to snow

Feather to fire
fire to blood
blood to bone
bone to marrow
marrow to ashes
ashes to snow

The whales do not sing because they have an answer.
They sing because they have a song.

What matters, is not
what is written on the page,
what matters, is
what is written in the heart.
So burn the letters
And lay their ashes on the snow
At the river's edge
When spring comes and the snow melts
And the river rizes
Return to the banks of the river
And reread my letters with your eyes closed
Let the words and the images
wash over your body like waves
Reread the letters,
with your hand cupped over your ear
Listen to the songs of Eden
Page, after page, after page
Fly the bird path
Fly…Fly…

羽成焰
焰成血
血成骨
骨成髓
髓成尘
尘成雪

凌晨３点，

没有了喧嚣的北京，

窗外，夜奔．

不再确定这是我的最后一趟Flight,

高架桥，

支起了那个１５年前的回眸．

静，

掩饰，我无从细诉的起点，

折而无反的家．

凌晨３点，

Can you really see me through...