问题
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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.
The Question
Simeng Sun