也许燕子已经飞去 Swallows may have gone, But there is a time of return


Swallows May Have Gone 
也许燕子已经飞去

Swallows may have gone, but there is a time of return; willow trees may have died back, but there is a time of regreening; peach blossoms may have fallen, but they will bloom again. Now, you the wise, tell me, why should our days leave us, never to return? – If they had been stolen by someone, who could it be? Where could he hide them? If they had made the escape themselves, then where could they stay at the moment?

也许燕子已经飞去,却终有归来之时;也许柳树已经枯槁,却终有再绿的一天;也许桃花已经凋零,但是它们终会再开花;现在,聪明的你,请告诉我,为什么我们的日子总会离我们远去,不再回头?如果他们被一个人藏起来了,那他会是谁?他能把日子藏在哪儿?如果如果它们逃脱了束缚,那么此时他们又在哪里?

I don’t know how many days I have been given to spend, but I do feel my hands are getting empty. Taking stock silently, I find that more than eight thousand days have already slid away from me. Like a drop of water from the point of a needle disappearing into the ocean, my days are dripping into the stream of time, soundless, traceless. Already sweat is starting on my forehead, and tears welling up in my eyes.

我不知道自己曾被赐予了多少时间,可我却真真切切的感觉两手越来越空。默默的盘算着我所拥有的时光,我发觉八千多天的日子已经从我身边溜走。我的日子缓缓汇入了时间的河流,就像针尖上的一滴水消失在无垠的大海,无声无息,无影无踪。不知不觉,汗水挂上了我的前额,泪水溢满了我的眼眶。

Those that have gone have gone for good, those to come keep coming; yet in between, how swift is the shift, in such a rush? When I get up in the morning, the slanting sun marks its presence in my small room in two or three oblongs. The sun has feet, look, he is treading on, lightly and furtively; and I am caught, blankly, in his revolution. Thus–the day flows away through the sink when I wash my hands, wears off in the bowl when I eat my meal, and passes away before my day-dreaming gaze as reflect in silence. I can feel his haste now, so I reach out my hands to hold him back, but he keeps flowing past my withholding hands. In the evening, as I lie in bed, he strides over my body, glides past my feet, in his agile way. The moment I open my eyes and meet the sun again, one whole day has gone. I bury my face in my hands and heave a sigh. But the new day begins to flash past in the sigh.

已经远去的早已奔赴美好的前程,将要到来的继续着前行的脚步,然而,这其间的转换为何如此之快,如此行色匆匆?当我起床时,阳光斜射入在我的小屋,留下斑驳的痕迹以证明它的存在。阳光有脚丫,瞧,它正踩着轻盈的步伐偷偷前行着,而我呢,茫然看着它的轮转。就这样,在我洗手时,日子在我洗手的水槽里流走。当我吃饭时,日子在我吃饭的碗里流走,当我作白日梦深深思索时,它在我的凝望里默默离去。现在我分明感觉到了它的急速,于是我伸出手想把它拉回,但它却依然从我紧握的双手里流走。夜里,我躺在床上,它敏捷地跨过我的身体,滑过我的双脚。当我睁开双眼再次见到阳光时,一天已经过去了。我掩住了脸,深深的叹了口气。在这叹气之中,新的日子又一闪而过了。

What can I do, in this bustling world, with my days flying in their escape? Nothing but to hesitate, to rush. What have I been doing in that eight-thousand-day rush, apart from hesitating? Those bygone days have been dispersed as smoke by a light wind, or evaporated as mist by the morning sun. What traces have I left behind me? Have I ever left behind any gossamer traces at all? I have come to the world, stark naked; am I to go back, in a blink, in the same stark nakedness? It is not fair though: why should I have made such a trip for nothing!

在这个喧闹的世界里,面对时间的流逝,我能做什么?不是犹豫,就是奋起直追。而在这已经消失的八千多的日子中,除了犹豫不决,我还做过什么?这些过去的时光已经像烟雾般被一阵轻风吹散,或是像雨露般被清晨的阳光照耀到蒸发。我曾经留下了什么踪迹?我留下了任何细微的踪迹了吗?我赤裸裸来到这世界,是否转眼间也将赤裸裸地回去?不公平的是:为什么偏要白白走这一遭啊?

You the wise, tell me, why should our days leave us, never to return?

聪明的你,告诉我,为什么我们的日子总是离我们远去,却不再回头。

朱自清-匆匆-林如.mp3

匆匆
朱自清

燕子去了,有再来的时候;杨柳枯了,有再青的时候;桃花谢了,有再开的时候。但是,聪明的,你告诉我,我们的日子为什么一去不复返呢? ——是有人偷了他们罢:那是谁?又藏在何处呢?是他们自己逃走了:现在又到了哪里呢?

我不知道他们给了我多少日子;但我的手确乎是渐渐空虚了。在默默里算着,八千多日子已经从我手中溜去;象针尖上一滴水滴在大海里,我的日子滴在时间的流里,没有声音也没有影子。我不禁头涔涔而泪潸潸了。

去的尽管去了,来的尽管来着,去来的中间,又怎样的匆匆呢?早上我起来的时候,小屋里射进两三方斜斜的太阳。太阳他有脚啊,轻轻悄悄地挪移了;我也茫茫然跟着旋转。于是——洗手的时候,日子从水盆里过去;吃饭的时候,日子从饭碗里过去;默默时,便从凝然的双眼前过去。我觉察他去的匆匆了,伸出手遮挽时,他又从遮挽着的手边过去,天黑时,我躺在床上,他便伶伶俐俐地从我身边垮过,从我脚边飞去了。等我睁开眼和太阳再见,这算又溜走了一日。我掩着面叹息。但是新来的日子的影儿又开始在叹息里闪过了。

在逃去如飞的日子里,在千门万户的世界里的我能做些什么呢?只有 徘徊罢了,只有匆匆罢了;在八千多日的匆匆里,除徘徊外,又剩些什么呢?过去的日子如轻烟却被微风吹散了,如薄雾,被初阳蒸融了;我留着些什么痕迹呢?我何曾留着象游丝样的痕迹呢?我赤裸裸来到这世界,转眼间也将赤裸裸地回去罢?但不能平的,为什么偏要白白走这一遭啊?

你聪明的,告诉我,我们的日子为什么一去不复返呢?

伴奏:《Little Mermaid》(《小美人鱼》)
歌手:Bandari
所属专辑:Wonderland
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