爱的样子 · 火丁谜

深秋 Late Autumn

壹

在热闹和喧嚣中我允许自己安静坐在深秋一棵树的光影里天马行空

          Amid the bustle and the din
          I give myself leave to be still —
          to sit in the dappled light of a late-autumn tree
          and let my thoughts roam where they will.
        

无风都摇摇欲坠的样子

贰

看一片片叶子无风都摇摇欲坠的样子细数他们春夏的葱茏看一棵树咀嚼荣荣枯枯站成了风景

          I watch the leaves, one by one,
          trembling to fall though there is no wind,
          and count up all their green of spring and summer.
          I watch a tree
          slowly chew on its flourishing and its fading,
          until it stands there, become a landscape.
        

站成了风景

叁

循着季节的脉络不由得腹稿一出剧本望着自己走向深冬

          Tracing the veins of the seasons,
          I find myself drafting a play in my head —
          watching myself walk on into deep winter.
        

深冬 Deep Winter

肆
早晨醒来还能够缓慢地满屋活动还有兴致把轻飘飘的白发弄成他喜欢的发型还能够在餐后等他一杯氤氲的咖啡看他把陈皮玫瑰之类的泡到壶中
          To wake in the morning
          and still be able
          to potter slowly through every room;
          still to have the heart
          to set my wisp-light white hair
          in the style he likes;
          still, after breakfast, to wait
          for the cup of coffee he makes me, curling with steam,
          and watch him drop dried tangerine peel, rosebuds and such
          into the pot to steep.
        

一杯氤氲的咖啡

伍

知道爱情一直都在啊无需时时证明但是或许会戏谑地说一声：

亲爱的我爱你

并因此而自我感动竟至于干涩昏花的老眼珠泪盈盈

          Knowing that love has been here all along,
          with no need to prove it hour by hour —
          and yet, half teasing, I might say:
          “My dear, I love you,”
          and be so moved by my own words
          that these old eyes, dry and dim,
          brim over with pearls of tears.
        

屋里很温暖呢　屋外　雪花飘向窗棂

陆

屋里很温暖呢屋外轻盈飞舞的雪花飘向窗棂握住彼此的双手

          How warm it is in the house.
          Outside,
          light snowflakes waltz toward the window lattice.
          We hold each other’s hands.
        

如果要回忆就聊一聊曾经的那些美好那些开心的事情

        And if we are to remember,
        let us just talk about
        the things that once were —
        the lovely things,
        the days that made us happy.
      

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