Icarus! Icarus!
What a night of mad passion.
Throw you into this vulgar Crete.
The island's new king is doing it.
A long, smelly dream.
Dream that you are one.
Fat dundun, slick centipede.
Wrap the island around in a beautifully sealed ring.
The islanders here no longer believe in Apollo, the sun god.
The air was humid and sour.
The Lord God they brought with them had four legs.
Big belly, green eyes.
Wearing floral pants to swagger through the market.
If you pray and worship.
And he will reply to you with a croak.
The islander's swarthy body was scarred.
Sprouts have sprouted on the moldy soul.
The garden weeds there broke out like a virus.
Withered, thin black roses hid in the shadows and wept.
The dead bay was in shambles.
A terminally ill dilapidated wooden boat.
In the passionate crowd around the dead branches and leaves.
Show off the grandeur and glory of going out in your youth.
It was a banner that covered the sky.
The shouts were deafening.
Everyone's face exploded.
The long flotilla lined up like a dragon.
But it all turned into a long, ugly dream.
Already rotting in the king's head.
Icarus! Why are you crying?
Icarus! Why are you crying?
In the first section, the vulgarity, closedness, and lack of poetry in the real environment are written. The king symbolizes secular ideology).
Icarus! Icarus!
Which immortal god is the name?
Install such a restless heart for you.
Your childhood was bitter and simple.
The dreams you weave are gorgeous and brilliant.
The garden of your dreams is beautiful.
The roses are bright and warm.
Dancing with the amorous butterflies.
The silent emerald of your dreams.
Burning flames.
Singing the song of the swan.
Crisp and bright.
The handsome horse of your dreams waving.
White and translucent wings.
Soar freely. On Van Gogh's dreamy starry sky.
The whole body exudes the divine light of Apollo.
You face the sea, with fragrant wood.
A warm and welcoming wooden house was built.
Float out from the windowsill.
The aroma of hyacinths.
Your mind knows no bounds.
With soaring seagulls.
Chase the rippling blue waves.
To the water and sky of the Yutani.
Icarus! Why not fly away?
Icarus! Why not fly away?
The second section writes about Haizi's spiritual world, please forgive me for not understanding it correctly, in fact, everyone has a different Haizi in their hearts).
Icarus! Icarus!
Hurry up and fly! Hurry up and fly!
You don't hear Apollo plucking the golden harp.
Calling for the advent of the Goddess of Dawn.
Look at the golden dancing notes.
Revel in a piece of intoxicating blue.
Dotted with sparkling gemstones.
Countless white elves sang at their feet.
Like pieces of pear blossoms flying all over the sky.
The blue sky is fresh and transparent.
The sea and sky melt in the distance.
You spread your wings and soar.
Breathe the essence of heaven and earth.
Bask in your own light.
Icarus! Why not fly high?
Icarus! Why not fly high?
The third section writes about Haizi's creation, which is a kind of spiritual feathering flight).
Apollo lowered his golden eyelids.
A golden harp with broken strings.
Slipping from trembling hands.
The sea shuddered spasmodically.
She wore her gray hair.
With gentle trembling hands.
Carried Icarus to the island.
Escorted by a group of mournful Haiou.
The sorrow of the white body.
The sea breeze brings the sad spiritual song.
Thrown into the desperate thoughts of the sea.
Icarus! My beloved son!
Icarus! My beloved son!
The fourth verse writes about Haizi's suicide, which is a metaphor for his self-belief that he is Haizi's son).
The island of Ikaria has been abandoned.
Strange rocks, overgrown with weeds, and left alone.
In the depths of the boundless sea.
Icarus has been locked in since then.
In their own tranquility and mystery.
Find a sleepless night where the starry sky twists and burns.
Who will accompany me in a wooden boat.
Go and visit the island of Ikaria.
Are we just here to put a bunch.
White chrysanthemums.
Go and pay homage to Icarus.
Icarus! What are you**!
Icarus! What are you**!
The fifth section writes about the nostalgia for Haizi, hoping to understand Haizi's creation and inherit his spirit. I didn't like Haizi before, just like I didn't like Gu Cheng. Reading his works is the best memorial to him)
Appendix:.
Icarus Mythological Stories:
Daedalosburn married a local woman and had a son named Icarus. Icarus liked to stand beside him and help his father with his little hands. Father listened to him fiddling with his feathers at will, smiling at his clumsy movements. Finally everything is done. Daedalus strapped his wings to his body and tried it. He flew up like a bird, gently rose to the clouds, and then landed again. He also instructed his son Icarus on how to manipulate. He had made him a pair of little wings. "You have to be careful," he admonished, "you have to fly in mid-air. If you fly too low, your wings will touch the sea, and if you get wet, they will become heavy, and you will be dragged into the sea. If you fly too high, the feathers on your wings will catch fire due to your proximity to the sun. Daedalus said as he strapped his wings to his son's shoulders, but his hands trembled slightly. Finally, he hugged his son and gave him a kiss of encouragement. The two men flared up their wings and gradually rose into the sky. The father flew ahead, and like an old bird flying with a nestling for the first time, he flapped his wings carefully, and looked back from time to time to see how his son was flying. Everything went smoothly in the beginning. Soon they reached the skies over Sama Island, and then flew over Delos and Perros. Icarus was elated, he felt that the flight was brisk, and he couldn't help but be proud. So, he manipulated his wings and flew high into the sky, but the punishment finally came! The sun's strong sunlight melted the sealing wax, and the feathers that had been sealed together with the wax began to loosen. Before Icarus could see it, his wings had completely spread out and rolled off his shoulders. The unfortunate child had to paddle desperately in the air with his hands, but he could not float, and fell headlong, and finally fell into the ocean, and the blue waves drowned him. It all happened suddenly, in an instant, and Daedalus didn't even notice it. When he looked back again, he didn't see his son. "Icarus, Icarus! He had a bad premonition and shouted loudly, "Are you a**? Can I find you until **? Finally, he glanced down in horror. He saw many feathers floating on the surface of the sea. Daedalus hurriedly gathered his wings and landed on an island, setting them aside, his eyes wide and hopefully searching. In a moment, the raging waves pushed his son's body onto the shore. The desperate father buried his son's body. In honor of his son, the island where Icarus' body was buried was called Ikaria.