任意门通向了音乐

The Dokodemo door led us to music

任意门外我们都任意的飞

Freely we fly beyond the door

是自由的滋味

Our first taste of freedom.

 

What use would a door be

without its key?

Before infinity, 

locks and keepers

of the gates, 

keys lie and turn.

 

Schrodinger’s doorknob;

beyond, as unseen, 

imagination and existence mingle, 

opportunity teeming at moments. 

 

Had there been not a keyhole upon, 

we could stay, pondering 

the unknown, mystically

alluring or malicious. 

 

Drowning in possibility, 

what could’ve

should’ve 

would’ve been, 

the more I think

the less I see. 

 

But when my eyes open, 

keys unlocking them from

the light of sleep, 

the decision, open or closed, 

of success, holds

no ground in fate’s hand;

rather, 

 

my own keys open the doors 

through which I walk.