开面那一笔停在眉心，师父的手没有离开，只是退到身旁。从那天起，长街不再是一个人走：一步跟着一步，锣声在前，师父在侧。后来门外多了一双双小小的脚，我们放慢一点，等他们跟上。阵还在走，没有人先离开。 The brush paused at my brow, and my teacher’s hand didn’t leave. It simply moved to walk beside me. From that day the long street was never walked alone: step after step, the gong ahead, my teacher at my side. Then many small pair of feet appeared at the door, and we slowed down so they could keep up. The procession walks on, and no one leaves first. ********* 歌词/Lyrics********* 灯，照过来。 这一笔，要画稳。 庙埕的风 穿过半开的门 镜子里坐着 还年轻的人 师父的笔 停在我的眉心 叫我把肩放下 把呼吸放匀 红与黑 沿着轮廓延伸 熟悉的自己 渐渐换了神情 外头的锣声 一阵接一阵 我把衣带系紧 走进灯影 练过多少回 膝弯才站得稳 汗落进眼睛 脚步不能乱分寸 师父扶正我 手里那把扇 说先稳住自己 再把这一程走完 开面 出阵 一声锣响 脚下生根 一步有一步的分寸 一笔有一笔的传承 开面 出阵 灯火照着 我的眼神 这张脸 为平安而画 走过长街 再把平安带回家 小时候我 躲在阿嬷身旁 又怕又想看 那一身衣裳 如今换我 走过同一条巷 她在人群里 踮脚张望 扇沿掠过 一缕未散的香 同伴的脚步 落在我的身旁 转身那刻 袖口擦过旧墙 才懂当年那背影 有多少重量 锣鼓越密 心越要沉 前后左右 都得放在心上 我接住师父 望来的目光 把练了千遍的那一步 踏得稳当 开面 出阵 一声锣响 脚下生根 一步有一步的分寸 一笔有一笔的传承 开面 出阵 灯火照着 我的眼神 这张脸 为平安而画 走过长街 再把平安带回家 夜深卸下 满脸的颜色 清水映回 我原来的轮廓 阿嬷留的那碗汤 还热着 我捧在掌心 很久没说什么 门外有人 问起怎么练步 我像师父当年那样 蹲下身 先把他的脚跟 轻轻摆正 说别急 我们从这里开始 开面 出阵 一声锣响 脚下生根 一步有一步的分寸 一笔有一笔的传承 开面 出阵 新旧脚印 走过同一扇门 这张脸 为平安而画 走过长街 再把平安带回家 明天，接着练。 这一笔，换你来。 Light, come this way. This stroke, keep it steady. Temple wind slips through the half-open door In the glass, a young face I’ve not met before Master’s brush comes to rest between my brows Drop your shoulders now, let your breath settle down Red and black trace along every line The self I knew slowly changes her eyes Outside, the gongs roll in wave after wave I pull my sash tight, step into the light So many tries before my knees learned to stand Sweat falling in my eyes, my feet must hold their place Master straightens the fan within my hand Steady yourself first, then walk this road to the end Kai Mian, march out One gong sounds, roots beneath my feet Every step has its measure Every stroke, a line passed down Kai Mian, march out My eyes alight with lantern glow This face was painted for our peace Walk down the long street and carry peace back home As a child I hid close by Grandma’s side Afraid, yet staring at those robes of pride Now it’s my turn to walk that same old lane She’s in the crowd, on tiptoe again Fan edge sweeps a thread of lingering smoke My partners’ footsteps land beside my own Turning, my sleeve brushes an old stone wall And only now I feel the weight that back would hold The faster drums, the stiller heart Front and back and left and right, all in mind I catch the gaze my master sends my way And the step I’ve drilled a thousand times, I land it right Kai Mian, march out One gong sounds, roots beneath my feet Every step has its measure Every stroke, a line passed down Kai Mian, march out My eyes alight with lantern glow This face was painted for our peace Walk down the long street and carry peace back home Late at night I wash the colors off my face Clear water gives me back my own true shape Grandma left a bowl of soup, still warm Cupped in my palms, I sit quiet a long while Someone at the door asks how to learn the steps Like my master once did, I crouch down low First I set his heel straight, nice and slow And say, no rush, right here is where we start Kai Mian, march out One gong sounds, roots beneath my feet Every step has its measure Every stroke, a line passed down Kai Mian, march out Old and new footprints cross the temple door This face was painted for our peace Walk down the long street and carry peace back home Tomorrow, we train on. This stroke, now it’s yours.
