遗忘 Oblivion
心痛的不是诀别，而是将要努力去把最深刻的记忆遗忘......
The thing most heartache is trying and trying to forget something in the bottom of your heart, not farewell.
从此又开始在这个城市之间流浪，就象一个人在寻找不知何时何地丢失了的东西，是如此的迷茫而无所适从。
I began to rove in the city again, as I just seek for something I lost without my attention, but I don’t know what to do or where to go.
有人说：你站在火车道的这端看遥远的那端，他们不是相交了吗？我微笑，我想说，可惜我一直是站在山顶看着下面。
They say, “you look the railroad tracks from the beginning, you will see they crossed.” But, to me, as seeing from the top of the mountain! I have nothing to say but smile silently.
当你偶尔学着在凌晨两三点吸烟，你会发现夜晚是如此的美妙而多情，它毫无遮掩的替你掩饰你内心的脆弱，让你的枕巾能湿得拧出许多许多的泪水。一伸手，然后拧动一下脖子，听见骨骼咯吱的响声，仿佛看见那些香烟的雾在自己的体内折磨着自己的灵魂，我毫无抗拒的忍受着痛楚。
In the silent deep night, in 2 or 3 o’clock am, you accidentally get a smoke, you will found the night so wonderful and sentimental, it can hide your weakness, and bring your tears as rain falls. When stretch your arm, the sound of bones can be heard, as the smog of the smoke make my heart ache, I have noting to do but bear it.
他们说着天使如此多情，可是我没看见天使何时认真的哭过，我只看见她们一直在微微的笑。而爱情是有着伤心与痛苦的，所以，我想，多情的是这些平凡的人，他们为着爱情单纯的笑和伤心的哭，我也在这芸芸众生之中，丢下几滴淡淡的哀伤，我也说自己如此多情。
They say the angels are sentimental, but I never seen angels crying, angels I have seen are smiling. Love is something can hurt one’s heart. I think, those who are full of affection are plain man, they cry or laugh simply for love. Among them, I have some desolation in my heart, so I think I am full of affection, too.
伤心过后就是回忆，回忆过后再伤心，然后才是开始努力的去忘记。忽然觉得真实与不真实之间开始模糊起来，那些白云，那些花草，还有那人，在一霎那一起涌进你的心里，然后，走回来的，是自己。也许只能是自己一个人行走。在那些电视剧里，我看见许多爱情被装进瓶子埋葬掉。
After heart-hurt is memory, and feel heart-hurt again, then try to forget. Suddenly found it dim between reality and unreality. The person, the memory the sight suddenly filled your mind, but you have to come back alone, all by yourself. In the teleplays, I usually see love dies and buried by time.
当把寂寞当成一种信仰，行走、夜晚、烟、泪水都在自己的身上显得是那么的理所当然。我在城市的这方，在阳光里踮起脚尖张望城市的那方，那方还是那方，没有因为自己的张望而改变点什么。我用真实的谎言欺骗自己，我已经遗忘。
If take loneliness as faith, roving in dark nights, smoke and tears seems normal to you. I stand on tiptoe in this city and look around the other city, it still the same as it was, nothing changed. I cheat myself with obvious lies, I have forgotten.
我听说存在与不存在没什么两样，只是伤心的姿势不同，我让自己摆出不同存在的姿势，以此来验证自己是否真在伤心。
I have heard that there is no difference existence or vanity ,just the attitude of in deep sorrow are different, I tied different poses to exam whether I am really heart-hurt or not.
我曾信誓旦旦的说，我将站在一个十字路口一直思考一个值得我去思考的人，直到现在我也没这么做，我一直做的事情是嘲笑自己可悲的勇气，然后在天气晴朗的早晨看一只鸟儿在柳叶间追寻着另外一只鸟儿。这世间，没有任何一件东西能永远完整的保存，尽管人们依旧反复的说着那些风和叶子纠缠的故事。
I ever vowed solemnly in the past, I will keep thinking of somebody worth thinking of, but I did nothing till now. What I always doing is laughing at myself --- lack of courage, and watch one bird seeking for another in the trees. Nothing is eternity in this world, though people keep on talking about beautiful stories of wind and leaves.
我困惑的看着手掌的感情线，然后转身，身后芳华尽逝……
I staring at lines in my palm, try to find tracks of my sensation, and turn around, all the glories fade at behind……
------月亮森林
moon forest
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[此贴子已经被作者于2005-6-22 19:42:03编辑过]
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