Some days... i hope it's that simple...

那是个月亮 就是个月亮 并不是地上霜
那地上花瓣 看完了就完
没必要再联想

甚么秋水 怎么望穿
甚么灯火 怎么阑珊

打开门就见山 我见山就是山
本来就很简单 不找自己麻烦

痛就痛 伤救伤
是谁说肝肠会寸断
点了灯就会亮 关了灯就会暗
谁活得不耐烦 哪里来的感慨'

And after the emotions die down, looking at it through formalist eyes....
I do hope everything is that simple. No more reading between the lines. No more guessing of allusions or allegories. No more paradoxes or oxymorons.

Of course, I feel this way after studying hmmm half of half a day of SAT literature. (Spend the other three-quarters slacking... oh dear...)