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當孔子遇上華爾街.英文版3
當孔子遇上華爾街.英文版3
感受佚名說 新的嘗試用(論語)來寫歌 .大家聽聽看.孔子承認追求財富是人的本性，但強調「義」必須優先於「利」.「富與貴，是人之所欲也；不以其道得之，不處也。」（里仁篇）強調如果不是正當手段得來的財富，君子是不會接受的。「富而可求也，雖執鞭之士，吾亦為之。」（述而篇）說明只要是正當工作，即使是基層職位，孔子也願意去求財。
圖像來源:概念設計:李振堃，經由Leonardo Apprentice生成 配樂生成：Suno Premier
圖像來源:概念設計:李振堃，經由Leonardo Apprentice生成 配樂生成：Suno Premier
詳細介紹
原著:佚名 歌:當孔子遇上華爾街 歌詞改編:李振堃 英文翻譯:DeepL Pro
英文歌詞-段落結構
[Intro ticking clock, plucked strings of traditional Chinese pipa]
[Verse 1 – Calm, narrative voice]
The Wall Street bell falls
Some cheer with bloodshot eyes
Some clasp their chests, bitter smiles
Digits leap in squares
Like someone's set code
Winners clink glasses high above
Whilst the defeated ponder their cost in corners
In the corner, an old gentleman
His ancient robe frayed at the hem
He neither gazes at screens nor lifts his head
Merely stares blankly at his abacus
Suddenly, his fingers flick lightly
Wooden beads clatter slowly
He murmurs, ‘Wealth may be sought
Yet I'm content to wield the whip’
[Verse 2 rhythm begins: steady electronic beats intertwine with the clatter of abacus beads]
Wealth and honour gained unjustly are to me like floating clouds
Grasped in the hand, they scatter at a breath, light as the wind
Not preaching grand principles, just leaving a little peace for the heart
This zero-sum game—who will be counted the winner in the end?
[Pre-Chorus fades, echoing reverberations]
I couldn't help but sit beside him
Asking, ‘When the people are content, what more could a ruler desire?
If everyone were wealthy,
What would remain worth pursuing?’
He moved another abacus bead
His gaze fixed on the street-side shelter
Whispering, ‘Wealth must be tempered with heart
Without roots, even a city becomes barren land’
‘Righteousness before acquisition,’ he murmurs softly
Yet his words are harder than steel
‘Man never tires of taking’
For what is gained without guilt
He closes the abacus and rises
His silhouette sliced by neon into fragments
Lost in the surging crowd
Only the clatter of wooden beads echoes endlessly in my ears
[Chorus: Grand and majestic, East meets West in musical fusion]
Wealth and honour gained unjustly are but fleeting clouds to me
Clutched in hand, they scatter at a breath, light as the wind
Not preaching grand principles, just leaving a little peace for the heart
In this zero-sum game, who truly wins in the end?
[Verse 3: Pounding beats, intensified synth effects]
It turns out victory or defeat
Isn't written in the quote line
But after the lights go out deep into the night
Dare you close your eyes?
It turns out the answer
Isn't hung on that wall chart But the old man's abacus
Keeps track of the balance in whose heart
[Bridge: Energy surges, final climax]
Wealth gained unjustly, to me, is like floating clouds
Grasped in hand, it vanishes with a breath, light as the wind
Not about grand principles, just leaving a little peace for the heart
In this zero-sum game, who truly wins in the end?
[outro]