光怪陸離
——寫給某人
一顆心，深藏著不能說的秘密，
一滴淚，化作江南畫卷中的煙雨。
一場(chǎng)夢(mèng)，終究是標(biāo)記好了歸期，
一個(gè)吻，記錄下歷盡艱辛的相遇。
那場(chǎng)晚風(fēng)，給了我無盡的勇氣，
也讓微微搖蕩的江水，
在兩岸的燈影中變得靜謐。
星空點(diǎn)點(diǎn)，找不到躲起來的月亮，
孤山深描的輪廓，
是天幕中降臨的奇跡。
我像是行走在時(shí)間隧道中的旅者，
地圖中標(biāo)識(shí)的地點(diǎn)，
都不是我最終的目的地。
我不關(guān)心那場(chǎng)兵荒馬亂的盛會(huì)，
不關(guān)心那座寶塔為誰千年矗立。
不關(guān)心大江上演出萬馬奔騰的歌舞，
不關(guān)心古剎中暮鼓晨鐘的旋律。
是我制造了這一方天地的光怪陸離，
讓你的心在現(xiàn)實(shí)和夢(mèng)境間交替。
我多想跟你說，那不是我的惡作劇，
那是我不善表達(dá)的結(jié)局。
我只關(guān)心雙眸中凝結(jié)的淚花，
只關(guān)心紅唇間綻放的笑意。
只關(guān)心雙手中風(fēng)霜雕刻的裂痕，
只關(guān)心長發(fā)上彌漫的香氣。
越是大聲呼喚，越是蒼白無力。
越是澎湃熱情，越是雜亂無序。
那一聲聲的呢喃，
是害怕劇終人散的夢(mèng)囈。
我多想，把我所有的真心，
跟未來，換一臺(tái)時(shí)光機(jī)器，
去再次重溫我們的相遇。
然后停下時(shí)間飛轉(zhuǎn)的齒輪，
直到大自然懲罰我改變了法則，
直到宇宙也譴責(zé)我的叛逆。
但是我不能，
不能把你置身在這場(chǎng)瘋狂的游戲，
哪怕你是不可失去，不可代替。
我愿意遠(yuǎn)遠(yuǎn)的看著你，
就像從蟲洞中注視著曾經(jīng)的自己。
不需要打擾，不需要鼓勵(lì)，
甚至也不需要在跌倒時(shí)，
悄悄地扶起。
也許有一天，
我們會(huì)漸漸失去對(duì)方的消息，
漸漸失去聯(lián)系，
漸漸不需要將彼此變成唯一。
我還是記得在那方天地中，
有著獨(dú)屬于你我的甜蜜。
每一顆劃過夜空的星星，
都是我思念你的痕跡……
2022-11-07
lustrous and dazzling
——Written to Whitney
A heart is full of unspeakable secrets,
A tear turned into the misty rain in the Jiangnan painting.
A dream, after all, marks its return date,
A kiss, record the hard encounter.
The night wind gave me endless courage,
And let the slightly swaying river,
In the light of the two sides, it becomes quiet.
The starry sky is dotted, and the hidden moon cannot be found,
The outline of Gu Shan's deep description,
It is a miracle in the sky.
I am like a traveler walking in the time tunnel,
Places identified in the map,
Neither is my final destination.
I don't care about the war chaos,
I don't care who the pagoda stands for for thousands of years.
They don't care about singing and dancing on the river,
I don't care about the melody of the evening drum and morning bell in the ancient temple.
It is I who created this strange world,
Let your heart alternate between reality and dream.
I want to tell you that it's not my prank,
That's the end I'm not good at expressing.
I only care about the condensed tears in my eyes,
Only care about the smile blooming between the red lips.
I only care about the cracks carved by the wind and frost in my hands,
Only care about the fragrance of long hair.
The louder the call, the more powerless.
The more enthusiastic, the more disorderly.
The whisper,
It's balderdash for fear of being scattered at the end of the play.
I think about it,
With the future, change a time machine,
To relive our meeting again.
Then stop the time spinning gear,
Until nature punished me and changed the law,
Until the universe condemned my treason.
But I can't,
Can't put you in this crazy game,
Even if you can't lose it, you can't replace it.
I would like to look at you from afar,
It's like watching yourself from a wormhole.
No need to disturb, no need to encourage,
Not even when you fall,
Lift it up quietly.
Maybe one day,
We will gradually lose the news of each other,
Gradually lose contact,
Gradually there is no need to make each other unique.
I still remember that in the world,
With the sweetness that belongs to you and me alone.
Every star across the night sky,
It's all the traces of my missing you
2022-11-07
