He deals the cards as a meditation
The way he plays his cards is as if he is deep in meditation
And those he plays never suspect
Every time I take action, I never think twice
He doesn't play for the money he wins
He always wins, but he doesn't seek money
He doesn't play for the respect
Not to win admiration
He deals the cards to find the answer
He looks for answers in the game of cards
The sacred geometry of chance
Exploring the serendipity in mysterious geometry
The hidden law of probable outcome
And the hidden chord behind that erratic ending
The numbers lead a dance
Hidden behind the digital head-turning dance
I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I understand that spades are like swords in a soldier's hand
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that plum blossoms are like roaring cannons on the battlefield
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
In this art-like game, I know that the cubes symbolize wealth
But that's not the shape of my heart
But that red heart is not the shape of my heart
He may play the jack of diamonds
Maybe he'll play Jack of Diamonds
He may lay the queen of spades
Maybe he'll bet on the Queen of Spades
He may conceal a king in his hand
Or hide the king in your hands
While the memory of it fades
But these memories will eventually fade