……习惯也搁置一边多时；但总唯恐荒废后老来忆力不济，于是乎总勉强着精神来涂划几笔，以慰害怕。
……调子比之以往要慢，老朽许多，也随意无章了。
老想着那些无目的而又悠长的日子，长于做梦的时光，能经历了以为感天动地的变故而又安然处世的态度，以及不眠的清醒。

反正我又想去死了，我知道，总有人说我是无病呻吟，我就是喜欢这样。
活在自己的世界里，还是想死，可究竟应该死到哪儿去呢？

When You Cry a Whole Day

 

When I saw you cry,

I saw a woman of pain,

And the pain of giving pain,

For the reason of I.

 

When I saw you cry,

My world was flooded,

As blood lashed the dam of heart,

And registered the sign in your eye.

 

When I saw you cry,

I watched a distorted face,

Which, alas, I hope never was

To our faith in love destroy.

 

When I saw you cry,

You enriched the two spheres with tear,

For it was Donne’s coin, rare and dear,

And, in love’s modern treasury, always of short supply.

 

When I saw you cry,

I feared that a sinister angel,

Envying our love, might make you ill

And, like Poe’s Annabel, die.

 

When I saw you cry

For this 12 hours, a half day,

Please, you, do not deny

That I cried the same way; thus, our love’s whole day.

我看着你

闭上了眼睛

如同是心

思考的间息

 

我看着你

睁开了眼睛

如同是心

幸福地欢喜