So long had life together been that once
the snow began to fall, it seemed unending;
that, lest the flakes should make his eyelids wince,
I'd shield them with my hand, and they, pretending
not to believe that cherishing of eyes,
would beat against my palm like butterflies.
Mon cher bien ami:
The moon in this city has no longer dangled in the sky, and sadly
all covered up by the rainy snow, though it is certain that this city
stays still and never changes its desperation and gloominess. After
you left, life is just like jigsaws straggled everywhere, and I hardly
can find the framworks and the treads of thought.
"Things happen, people change," you said. You wanted an explanation
, an ending that would assign blame and dish up justice, just right
opposite as I am. Indeed, I am deeply stucked in the abyss, and I
will not beseech any mercy, all what I deserve is the punishment, the
karma. How can I alleviate the suffering, and yet how can I reveal my
most cryptic camouflage under the saccharine smile to you? Be sincere,
that is what you asked for.
Can not sleep peacefully, you intermittently lied on the bed. To our
decayed puberty, out of the blue your words penetrated the silently
inky darkness,"I would let go of you, go roving when you're still in
youth." I huddled up myself in your arms and let the whopping deadly
reticence engulf us. Truely, it is not just my hallucination, you
eventually discovered how hypocritical and cynical I am； I despise
clinging sorts, whereas I am the one who grasps you as a driftwood.
Gradually I understand in all my life I have been callously disregard
for the feeling of others because of my aloofness and remorselessness,
this twinge of the realization has been afflicting me, deranging me,
and making me be debilitated.
Everything is irrevocable. In those bygones days, our mellow reverberations
of old memories are reminiscent and timeless, but the vestige of intimacy
has been obliterated as a lake without any ripple being discovered after
breeze. It is a wasted land where is destitute of runlets, nor willow
catkins; Ignorance to the widen crevice of my heart, all of the sentiments
are in the stupefaction, neither wailing over nor whimpering. I recall you
were sitting on the sill that day, the sunbeam through the window depicted
your silhouette on the floor, in the room brightness clearly casted light
upon the dust floating in the air, that was the static scene and it was
also the last image of you I have kept it in mind.
Without belief and psyche, how can we symbiosis? If the words can not
convey perception, how can we still believe telekinesis exists? "Aimer,
ce n'est pas regarder l'un l'autre, c'est regarder ensemble dans la meme
direction," we avidly extort what we should not have reached, love, for
example, like every thing there is a season, a time to be born, and a
time to die; a time to get, and a time to lose; a time to love, and a
time to hate; if we can not have it, then just let it go, it is the lesson
we have learned from life. So we did, free our ephemeral love and
ourselves.
Life should be idyllic, we all have this whim-wham. I try not to think
about the perplexing conumdrums and the trivial details of life. Be
submissive to the imagenation, deport the melancholy, refrain the
acquisitiveness, thus the delight would be like seeds of thistlesown
dispersal by wind spreadly blossom. Quid pro quo, we have nothing to
exchange,even our hearts. simple as that and we all know. Ergo, I would
not miss you anymore.
Veuillez agréer, l' expression de mes sentiments distingués
E.C
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我已不再歸去晴朗的夜晚溫涼悄然淒涼的明月清輝下世界早已入睡我的軀體已不在那裡而
清涼的微風從敞開的窗户吹進來探問我的魂魄何在我久已不在此地不知是否有人還會把我
記起也許在一片柔情和淚水中有人會親切地回想起我的過去但是還會有鮮花和星光嘆息和
希望和那大街上濃密的樹下情人的笑語還會響起鋼琴的聲音就像這寂静的夜晚常有的情景
可在我俯眺的窗口卻已不再會有人默默地傾聽只因那消失的往昔過去突然地使人回憶不起
φGianfranco
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