A Small
Bus Stop Lingzis, August 2003 Washington DC |
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It is a small bus stop in an autumn night, That has been cut deeply in my mind. “Oh, it was a nice weekend,” you said, pretending nothing would come, “But sun has gone home.” Lights reflected in your deep eyes, I found, Your short hairs waved with wind, touching my heart. “Yes, it is such a sight,” I repeated, And I understood, forever, it would occupy my entire heart. Lights turned off and on, Buses came and gone. You smiled in mouth but eyes: “Let time stop.” But I knew, so well, any way, the time would come. Winds stop and blew, Leaves were flying down. At this small bus stop, All words were blocked in throats. At the end, I waved my heavy hand, And, I said in my heart: “Love you, so deep, But, I have to leave.” |
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小巴士站
玲子作 |
“是的,一道美丽的景观。”我回答, 我明白,此景此情, 已永远占据我的心房。 灯光忽明忽暗, 巴士来了一辆又走了一辆, 你微笑着说:“让时间停止吧!” 可是,我明白,这只是童话中的幻想。 一阵阵晚风, |
我只好挥动我沉重的手, 发出久藏的心语: “爱你!永远!但我必须离你远航....”
----HRS 译 2003.9.2 |