夜漸深，人生之夢方醒，茫茫人海起落，是誰依然同行？
It's been late of the night. The dreams of my life have just awaken. Up and down of the surrounding people like ocean, who is still walking with me?
誰是演員？誰情真？我幻聽沙翁在我耳邊細語，多少人堪得住一次次起起又落落？
Who are the actors? Who have been being real to me? I've seemed heard Shakespeare whisper in my ear. How many people can resist ups and downs again and again?
誰是演員？誰情瞋？我活在多少算命師的先擬腳本？！
Who are the actors? Who have been being angry at me? Am I living in the prepared scripts of how many fortune tellers?!
又有多少作家、編劇、演員、心理學家、犯人入戲太深？忘了提醒自己，那只是個被謀策的腳本，就怕有誰飾了誰，而此一失足成白髮人送黑髮人⋯⋯
While how many authors, play writers, actors, psychiatrists, and criminals being in the script too much over, and have forgotten to remind oneself that that just scripts being arranged. I'm so afraid of who have played whom, and which might make me break my legs as well as let the white hairs deplore dark hairs…
是誰望穿人心？誰教懂我被萬箭穿心？只有誰耳提面命，就怕我一不小心又迷失了自己，摔成了千古之恨。
Who has looked through peoples' hears? Who have taught me being penetrated of my heart? Who have been there to warn me through my ears and to confront me making orders. I'm so afraid of missing myself again and falling into the hate of time.
平平仄仄平平仄，這會兒的心是風平浪靜，我逐漸還能安詳地揮手動筆寫字，喝一杯已經放涼了的溫情，管它是茶是水？
Ping Ping Ze Ze Ping Ping Ze. It is now mild wind and tranquil wave of my heart. I am getting and still being able to safely swing my hands while holding a pen to write characters. Drink a cup of cooled warmth, no matter it is tea or water.
有太多太多不曾言表的感謝與慚愧，匯織成這一篇文！
There have been too much and too much unaddressed appreciations and disgraces, which have weaved this essay!
