火花心臓。

Here I love you.
In the dark pines the wind disentangles itself.
The moon glows like phosphorous on the vagrant waters.
Days, all one kind, go chasing each other.
  
The snow unfurls in dancing figures.
A silver gull slips down from the west.
Sometimes a sail. High, high stars.
  
Oh the black cross of a ship.
Alone.
Sometimes I get up early and even my soul is wet.
Far away the sea sounds and resounds.
This is a port.
Here I love you.

十二月,他开始可以将疼痛归于躯体症状,似乎这样就可以缓解那种空荡荡的感觉。好处是他不用再费尽心思为那种陡然出现的莫名情绪寻求合理解释,唯一的缺点是,太过空旷。


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