夜静枫涛缓，华堂舞步旋。红绸声错落，绿缎影蹁跹。挥手成白鸽，解冕涌彩笺。水笼幽且邃，嬉笑已回还。宾众腾喧豗，大戏幕初挛。祸水忽天泻，木笼裂百爿。助手知何处，假面独浮殷。一座悄无言，但见水漫漫。
水漫漫，水漫漫。大潮至，莫贪欢。者般舞步曾经见，拍手重诵隐玉篇：
幽谷之谷有玉人，饮星露兮餐白云。分巨海兮拨冰轮。
冰轮笼高海，白淞舞步旋。黄玫擎彩伞，幽影匿明船。幽影曾在后，幽影忽在前。人在公义下，影匿多少年。家父衔冤死，少女殁连环。几时枫潮起，猎猎素旗翻。沉冤终披雪，大命今不缄。回首秋分冷，轻雨落阑珊。
沉冤雪，沉冤雪。几多恨，从何解。者般舞步人泪泫，拍手重诵浮槃篇：
蔷薇未死，其躯也美；蔷薇之死，其香也醉。其生难倾情，其死多费泪。
泪落未成珠，梅堡塔灯旋。铁铸天和地，禁锢悲与欢。众秘中间隐，祟影深水盘。枫潮高且迫，抵死锻方船。俄有警铃喧，重闸禁不堪。满地胎潮涌，澎湃摧心弦。攘臂扛广厦，一力抵狂澜。罪愆赎未尽，暮雨又侵寒。
挽狂澜，挽狂澜。潮正怒，衣正单。者般舞步莫凌乱，拍手重诵水仙篇：
精神之本质谓如何？曰记忆，曰愿望，曰灵魂，曰人格。三千世界有时尽，心如古井不曾波。
维某日某夜，罪人舞步旋。华堂同起舞，水神坐讼筵。水神影缥缈，歌女步蹒跚。韶歌今孰为，独舞与谁看。海沸胎潮满，玉容清泪寒。一仰还一揖，刃落掷华冠。椽欐绕歌舞，瀚海归百川。罪赦天将晓，半空飞雨颠。
天将晓，天将晓。铃兰发，闻啼鸟。者般舞步真烂漫，拍手重诵纯水篇：
道吾以原初之智慧兮，众水之王上！虽危途兮吾亦往。
请示以终末之恻仁些，万水之至慈！虽万死些仆不辞。
于是大潮落，笙歌夜夜筵。悬记岂空没，一日舞百年。某夜蓝湖畔，精灵舞步旋。枫潮白似雪，少女歌未残。某夜皎月下，吹笛同采莲。莲朵轻于羽，随风入天阑。人生多骇浪，大化只微涟。倚坐观海日，膨兽各自圆。
舞步旋，舞步旋。歌未已，舞自翩。者般舞步天钦羡，拍手重诵日月篇：
■■■，■■■。■■■，■■■。
A translation version of this verse is given below by the author.
# Fontaine Memory
In a night so still, when the tide so light,
Silken dancers twirl, in a hall so bright.
Crimson ribbons hum with rustling cheer,
Emerald satins float like wings sincere.
Hand waves forth—white doves take flight,
Magic hat removed—bright cards alight.
The water cage, dark and deep,
Yet mirth returns—the girl reappears free.
The crowd bursts, in wild applause,
As curtains rise, for magic’s cause.
While sudden flood from heaven pours,
Making the cage split into shards.
The vanished aide leaves trace so thin,
Only blood-red mask alone is seen.
All words left unsaid,
As the water claims its spread.
On and on the water rise,
Flood the stage, drown the lights.
The great tide comes—cease your play,
Dance no more, turn away.
Such steps we knew before,
Now we clap and chant once more:
"In the vale where the jade soul gleam,
She drinks starlight, sups moonbeams,
Parts frozen seas, and steers the moon's streams."
The moon cages the frozen tide,
With white frost spinning where dancers glide.
Rose-like girl lifts her sunlit shade,
While the phantom haunt the bright arcade.
Now the phantom fades from sight,
Now it looms in glaring light.
Beneath the scales of justice bare—
How long fled he through fetid air?
Her father died with grievance deep,
Young maids slept in endless sleep.
When did the tide start to rise?
Only white flags slash through the gloomy skies.
Snow unveils the buried years,
Fates long silenced find their voice.
I turn to the autumn’s chilling rain,
Where silver droplets wane.
Snow falls white,
Snow falls bright.
Ah the misery of the world so deep,
That no one could have it healed.
Such steps we dance with tears engrave,
And clap and chant beside the graves:
"The rose alive—her form so fair,
The rose deceased—her scent fills the air.
Her life could never love impart,
Her death now drowns each breaking heart."
Tears fall—not pearls, but drops in vain,
As light beams whirl through the Fort of Pain.
A world forged with iron, cold and stark,
Locks all grief in rusted dark.
Secrets coil where shadows creep,
Phantoms lurk in the sunless deep.
The tide roar and rise,
With the ark forged with desperate might.
Alarms shriek through the drowning night,
The iron gate bursts—with no more possible fight.
The tide comes with thunderous roar,
Shattering hearts of all forevermore.
Heroes will shoulder the heaviest stones,
And hold the falling sky alone.
While the guilt’s unpaid, the storm’s drawing near,
Dusk’s cold needles’ piercing the pier.
Turn the tide, turn the tide,
The waves roar wild and wide.
O how the sprays crash high!
While our robes hang light.
Let every step keep perfect form,
We clap and chant once more:
"What is the spirit’s sacred shelf?
Memory, longing, soul and self.
Worlds may burn to ash and creep,
Yet the heart’s well lies still and deep."
On the very night, in the very hour,
The sinner dances in gilded tower.
Through marble halls her footsteps larkon,
Sat in the dock—the Hydro Archon!
Her form dim, her visage fade,
Unsteady her steps through no music made.
"Who now hears these fading lays?
Who now watches the dancer's maze?"
The sea swells with the tide's might,
Pearl tears fall in cold moonlight.
A bow made, a blade fallen,
Crown clatters, shimmering dimmy golden.
Echoes swirl 'round vaulted dome,
As rivers rush to ocean's home.
Dawn is breaking—with sins forgiven,
Rain is reversing—as to hail the heaven.
Dawn is breaking,
Dawn is breaking.
Lilies stir,
Birds confer.
Such steps, wild and free,
Once again we clap and chant, over the Fontaine Sea:
"With primal wisdom please light my way,
O Mistress of Many Waters, hear me pray!
Through darkest tides, through crushing wave,
I’ll seek thy road though none will save.
"Show me mercy, kind and wise,
Mother of All Waters with gentlest eyes!
Though death may come a thousandfold,
My vow shall never grow cold."
So the tides withdrew,
With nightly revelries orchestrated anew.
Does the prophecy ever fade?
Only travail of a hundred years makes a miracle made.
One night by the blue lake,
The spirit danced in her wake.
When tides were still white as snow,
When the girl’s song still lingered slow.
One night under the moon’s glow,
We played flute, plucked lotus below.
Lighter than wings its petals,
Flew to the sky that is above all.
Life’s storms loom vast,
Yet the world’s ripples drift past.
Just sit and watch the sea unfold—
With pafumons round as moons of old.
Spinning, spinning,
Never meet an end—our dancing.
As the song still lingers,
Our steps, too, will never sink.
Such steps admired even by the sky,
Now we clap and chant for another time:
■■■, ■■■.
■■■, ■■■.
(2025.6.15)
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