门前有座山

She
May be the face I can't forget
The trace of pleasure or regret
May be my treasure or the price

I have to pay 
 

She
May be the song that summer sings
May be the chill that autumn brings
May be a hundred different things
Within the measure of a day

She
May be the beauty or the beast
May be the famine or the feast
May turn each day into

A heaven or a hell 
 

She

May be the mirror of my dreams
The smile reflected in a stream
She may not be what she may seem
Inside her shell

She
Who always seems so happy in a crowd
Whose eyes can be so private and so proud
No one's allowed to see them

When they cry 
 

She
May be the love that cannot hope to last
May come to me from shadows of the past
That I'll remember

Till the day I die

She
May be the reason I survive
The why and wherefore I'm alive
The one I'll care for through the rough

In ready years 
 

Me
I'll take her laughter and her tears
And make them all my souvenirs
For where she goes I've got to be
The meaning of my life is

She...

门前有座山，不高也不低

山上有座庙，冷冷也清清

庙里住和尚，还未成秃顶

和尚少文化，艰难啃佛经

满眼般若密，不得其要领

一炷香未过，腹中已然饥

移座香积厨，只找见面饼

眉头暗皱起，轻声叹口气

欲思鸡鸭鱼，又恐佛祖疑

两碗光面后，肚皮仍不挺

心中虽不甘，修行如是已

碗筷水里浸，挥汗田地里

一日复一日，未见有长进

何时得正果，遥遥且无期

忽闻吵闹声，耳边叮铃铃

山庙全不见，才知午睡醒

电脑屏前坐，赶紧ＰＨＤ

忽见和尚在，对我笑咪咪

虽然无言语，心知也肚明

你原来是我，我也就是你