很多年了,我把自己封闭在这里,这个很小很温暖的盒子。他们,除此以外的他们,属于其它世界,不存在于我的盒子里的他们,也仅仅是不存在于我的盒子里而已。
我逃避在这个优雅、温和的盒子里,那些狂风暴雨、日晒雨淋,都离我远去。那些曾经发生在我身上的伤痛、迷惑、承受,在这里,都可以不存在。
轮回。又一圈。
为了试探黑色的底线,我放逐在这夜色里,发现终究在最后的最后,白色就会出现。白到晃眼的时刻,黑色将至。
我用身体测试了一项宇宙定律。It must be true.
I feel depressed. I feel I did nothing, though I know that is just the reasonable process. Maybe no one will think that way, or maybe everybody.
I look at myself in the mirror. I can think of no one but my mother. Will she be proud of me? Then I laugh. I am still under her shining history after all.
Then I laugh at myself: who will be the one to judge you? Will you care enough to change yourself for them?
Or, you can just go about your way.
Or, you can just go about your way.
几年过去,几年前的自己仿佛是另一个人。我怀着抵触情绪偷窥着那个孩子一个个小小幻想,一个个小小泪滴。在那个世界里,一滴眼泪就是崩溃了。她跌倒,她没有站起来。她爬着走,满身伤痕。她很坚强,也很纯真。她骗了自己。她发现了。她终于明白了“割舍”。真的是为了舍弃而动刀的痛。但她仍毅然决然的放弃了。她相信了自己的直觉。
在她的世界里,those hurts must be true.
Those truths stay true today.
Today.
