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顧城 《別》
在春天，
你把手帕輕揮，
是讓我遠去，
還是么馬上返回？
不，什么也不是，
什么也不因為，
就像水中的落花，
就像花上的露水……
只有影子懂得，
只有風能體會，
只有嘆息驚起的彩蝶，
還在心花中紛飛……
Farewell
Gu Cheng
In spring
You wave your handkerchief lightly
Are you beckoning me to go further
Or come back immediately?
No, it means nothing,
Nothing special—
Just like the fallen petals in water;
Just like the dew on the flower.
Only the shadow can understand it,
Only the wind can read it,
Only the butterfly startled by a sign
Is still flying in my mind.
