夏日香氣

Something
 
I am far from that kind of boy who loves poems so much.
Life has become a habit to keep a diary only.
 
The shadow still waiting at your doorstep,
The misty winter morning lingers in memory lane.
 
The letter you have sent me with floating fragrance,
Light blue letter with bright blue mood spreads.
 
After class, the unknown flowers lie on my desk,
Full of ecstasy with secret swears.
 
I am not sure from where love comes,
As I don't know where the wind blows on.
 
Even now,
I am still wondering how love fled.
 
And I just don't get....
 
That summer,
There must be something we aren't afraid.
 
That flower season,
There must be something we aren't scared.
 
When I was young and naive,
Why have I ever so indulged in that?
 
I'm now still wondering.

 

不懂

 

我早已不是那個寫詩的少年了

用生活的匆忙來寫日記 儼然成為習慣

 

年輕時在你家門口等待的身影

我依稀記得 那個有著霧氣的冬日清晨

 

你寄來的信 飄散著的香氣

還在鼻腔裡擴散 淡藍的信紙 憂鬱的表情

 

下課時 放在我桌上的不知名花朵

讓我擁有私人的秘密 一個人的狂喜

 

我不知道這樣的愛戀從何而起

就像不知道風從哪一個方向吹

 

直到現在

我還在懷疑事情的開端

 

我不能明瞭,....

 

那一個夏季

一定有什麼 是我們不能阻擋的力量

那一個花季

一定有什麼 是難以控制的感動

 

年少的我

為什麼曾對你 有過如此深的迷戀

 

現在的我

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