Vignette
My road and I walk together, each on their own way.
我和路一道,各走各的路。
No stumble and fall are significant, except two:
once when you try to stand up to walk,
once when you are never able to stand up again.
所有的失足都很渺小,所有的摔倒都不足道,除了两次:
人生第一次试图站起来行走的时候,
最后一次再也没爬起来的时候。
I met the lilies when they were in full bloom and then I left them in bloom forever.
I met you when I was in deep love, and you are forever my love after my going away.
我遇到百合的时候它们开得正艳,我留下它们在那儿一直盛开。
我遇见你的时候,爱你很深;我离去之后,你是我永远的爱。
To staunch, my mother used to apply ashes to my cut.
Now, I burn my poems to stop my heart’s wound.
小时候妈妈用草灰给我的割伤止血,
如今我焚烧诗篇,给我的心伤止血。
No comments:
Post a Comment