圣洛朗的眼泪(40)

The conquest of the white people, the resistance of the aboriginals,
The motorcycles of the industrial revolution drove into the rubber forest.
As Hercules, I row the waves of the Atlantic Ocean,
Drink a bottle of Arctic soda,
The polar bear is on top of me,
The whips of God in the Inuit hands beating, developed the valiant Huns,
I struggled to get out of it,
I am on The Snow Dragon which breaks the ice in Antarctica.
Penguins are such gentlemen, and they are so naive,
I roll with them in my tuxedo on the snowy slope.
Wearing a tuxedo over me, I walk into the Sydney Opera House,
I sing the Song of My Sun,
My song is over Pavarotti.
"No one sleeps tonight" is chanted in Turandot,
Death, in the twinkling of stars, yearns for the rising of love.
In the maze, life and death choose a revolving exit,
The death of love in the desperate situation is full of the tragedy.
The power of love is great and invincible!