我有一个问题

忍不住不去想它

像一块巨石

压在胸口，沉甸甸

不挪开就难以喘息

只不过倒也不会太轻太轻

飘向不知何方去

 

我有一个问题

有时我也可以不去想它

把酒言欢

只想开心地笑

哪怕只是一瞬

哪怕只占据小小的一角

抑或是心碎的时刻

她的笑容渐远

渐渐模糊

两颗心又重新被胸膛隔开

尽管曾以为

融合在一起

就不可能再分离

 

细数着裂开的碎片

才知道这一切不过是，手指

随着巨石的纹路游走

粗糙的颗粒硌得指尖生疼

原来它一直都在那里

只是偶尔会忘记——

注视是选择，也是我。

 

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The Question

 

I have a question

I cannot escape thinking about it

It is like some huge stone

pressing heavily upon my chest

If I don’t move it away, it‘s hard to breathe

But it also relieves me of too much lightness                                                 

        or I’ll flutter about, not knowing where to go.

 

I have a question –

Sometimes I can escape from thinking about it

I drink and be merry

         only wanting to joyously laugh

        even if it is only for an instant

even if it only occupies a tiny corner

or but a moment of heartbreak

Her smile gradually recedes

getting fainter and fainter

Two hearts separated afresh once more from our chests

Even though I once thought that

our melding together

could never be undone

 

Taking stock of the broken fragments

I finally realize that all this is just a finger travels

                 along the tracks of this huge stone

     coarse grains painfully felt by the fingertip

The question has always been there

except that I occasionally forget –

To look at it, is a choice.

Looking at it, it’s me.