蝶思梦 🦋 Butterfly Dream

🦋《蝶思梦》创作序🦋 两千多年前，庄子讲过一个故事。 庄周梦见自己化作一只蝴蝶， 在花丛之间，自由飞舞。 轻盈、自在，仿佛天地之间 再没有什么束缚。 当他醒来时，却忽然生出一个疑问： 究竟是庄周梦见了蝴蝶， 还是蝴蝶梦见了庄周？ 这个问题， 两千多年过去了， 依然没有答案。 也许庄子从来就没有打算回答。 因为有时候， 梦与现实，本来就不需要分得那么清楚。 在人生的某些时刻， 我们也会像那只蝴蝶。 一个眼神， 一句回应， 一首忽然听见的歌， 都可能在心里慢慢延伸， 悄悄变成另一段故事。 有一段时间， 我们会相信那是真的。 直到岁月慢慢流过， 那些画面开始像梦一样模糊。 那一刻才发现， 许多执着， 许多困惑， 许多情绪， 其实只是 自己心里生出来的梦。 曾经，我和一位创作者讨论过一首歌。 那首歌的名字，叫《蝶思梦》。 他说，在他的理解里， 这首歌的结局是 梦与现实之间不断循环。 而我当时回答他说： 我是一个乐观主义者。 在我的理解里，故事应该是 冲出了梦。 他只是淡淡地说了一句： “没有对与错。 每一个人对歌词的理解，都可以不同。” 那时候的我，其实并不真正明白。 我一直以为， 一首歌的意义， 应该属于写下它的人。 直到后来我才慢慢理解： 当一首歌被听见的时候， 它就已经不再只属于创作者。 每一个听见它的人， 都会在旋律里， 看见属于自己的故事。 于是后来， 我写下了这首同名的歌 《蝶思梦》。 如果说他的《蝶思梦》， 是在梦与现实之间不断循环。 那么我的《蝶思梦》， 是梦醒之后的版本。 像庄周梦蝶。 只是这一次， 蝴蝶飞远了。 而人，终于醒来。 这首歌既是对“庄周梦蝶”的一次致敬， 也是献给我的创作启蒙老师。 因为如果没有那一次对话， 我或许永远不会理解： 有些歌， 是在梦里写的。 而有些歌， 是在醒来之后写的。 后来我终于明白： 有些梦， 并不是用来证明真假的。 它们只是静静存在着， 让一个人在醒来的时候， 还能安静地看着世界， 轻轻地看着自己。 风过花丛。 蝶影远去。 而人， 终于回到了 自己的人生。 🦋Butterfly Dream Preface 🦋 More than two thousand years ago, the Chinese philosopher Zhuangzi told a story. He once dreamed he was a butterfly, flying freely among the flowers. When he woke up, he wondered: Was it Zhuangzi dreaming he was a butterfly, or a butterfly dreaming it was Zhuangzi? Perhaps the question was never meant to be answered. Because sometimes, dream and reality do not need to be clearly separated. In life, we often experience something similar. A glance, a reply, a fleeting moment, these small things can grow in our minds and slowly turn into another story. For a while, we may believe it is real. But as time passes, those memories begin to blur, like a dream fading in the morning light. And then we realize that many attachments, many confusions, and many emotions were simply dreams created within our own hearts. Some time ago, I once discussed a song with another creator. His song was called “Butterfly Dream ” He told me that the ending of his story was an endless cycle between dream and reality. At that time, I told him: “I’m an optimist. In my understanding, the story should break free from the dream.” He simply replied: “There is no right or wrong. Everyone understands lyrics differently.” Only much later did I truly understand what he meant. When a song is heard, it no longer belongs only to the one who wrote it. Every listener will find their own story within it. And so I wrote my own song with the same title: “Butterfly Dream Reflections.” If his version remains within the dream, then mine is the story after awakening. Like Zhuangzi’s butterfly dream. Only this time, the butterfly has flown away. And the person has finally awakened. This song is a tribute to Zhuangzi’s Butterfly Dream, and a dedication to my creative mentor XH. Because without that conversation, I might never have understood: Some songs are written in dreams. Some songs are written after waking. Some dreams are not meant to prove what is real or unreal. They simply exist so that when a person wakes up, they can quietly look at the world, and gently look at themselves. The wind passes through the flowers. The butterfly drifts away. And at last, a person returns to their own life. ————————————————————————— 歌词/ Lyrics ________________________________________________ 昔日庄生 今夕是我 一念微尘生疑梦 把人都看成了你 把歌都当作回应 仿佛世界每个声音 说话的都是你 旋律来来去去 人群擦肩而过 一句一句歌词 像回应我的困惑 那些温柔的声线 仿佛从未沉默 想听清 却朦胧 想靠近 却落空 世界像一场回声 在心里反复重播 梦落花丛 蝶影成风 人间一瞬 真假难懂 若问此身 谁是庄生 庄生梦蝶 蝶思梦 甜蜜曾经过 悲伤也经过 思念与离别 像戏一幕幕走过 我以为 有人在远处 一直听我说 直到某一天 我听见 真正的声音 世界忽然安静 那些歌 那些回应 忽然全都不属于我 只剩记忆 最初闹翻的那一刻 像裂开的梦 停在半空 梦落花丛 蝶影成风 人间一瞬 真假难懂 若问此身 谁是庄生 庄生梦蝶 蝶思梦 不问来处 不问归踪 那些旋律 随风成空 若梦散去 越过苍穹 庄生梦蝶 我亦是梦 Once there was Zhuangzi Dreaming he could fly Drifting like a butterfly Across an open sky Now tonight I wonder If that dream was true Every voice around me Echoes back to you Melodies keep moving Faces passing by Lines of distant music Answer questions why Soft and hidden whispers Floating through the air Like a silent story Waiting somewhere I try to listen But it's unclear I try to follow But nothing’s here The world keeps turning Inside my mind Dream among flowers Butterflies in wind Life becomes a moment Hard to see within If I ask the question Who is dreaming now Zhuangzi dreaming Butterfly dream Bright days slowly fading Heavy days the same Scenes like quiet theatre Changing frame by frame I once thought somewhere Beyond what I see Someone far away Listening to me Then one silent moment Everything stood still All the distant echoes Faded from my will Songs that once were answers Drifted far from me Only scattered memories Left for me to see Like a broken dream Frozen in the air Dream among flowers Butterflies in wind Life becomes a moment Hard to see within If I ask the question Who is dreaming now Zhuangzi dreaming Butterfly dream No need for answers No need to know Where the dreams are coming Where the dreamers go If the dream is fading Past the endless sky Zhuangzi dreaming And so am I