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Each relationship, when it ends, really damages me. I never fully recover.
每段感情結(jié)束的時候我都很受傷，我從來沒有完全恢復(fù)過。
That's why I'm very careful with getting involved, because it hurts too much...even getting laid, I actually don't do that.
所以我動真情時都會格外小心，因為那種痛真的是太深了...即使是做愛也會，其實(shí)我沒那樣過。
I will miss of the person the most mundane things. Like I'm obsessed with little things.
我會很懷念一個人最平常的東西。我會被那些細(xì)節(jié)迷住。
Maybe I'm crazy, but when I was a little girl my mom told me that I was always late to school. One day she followed me to see why.
或者也許我有點(diǎn)神經(jīng)質(zhì)，但當(dāng)我小的時候，媽媽告訴我我上學(xué)經(jīng)常遲到。有一天她跟著我想知道為什么。
I was looking at chestnuts falling from the trees, rolling on the sidewalk or...
我正看著栗子從樹上掉下來，滾到便道上，或者是...
Ants crossing the road, the way a leaf casts a shadow on a tree trunk. Little things.
螞蟻過馬路，葉子的影子映在樹干上的樣子。種種小事。
I think it's the same with people.
我想對人也是一樣。
I see in them little details, so specific to each of them that move me and that I miss and will always miss.
我看到的是他們的細(xì)節(jié)，那些每個人獨(dú)有的細(xì)節(jié)，它們讓我受到觸動，然后我就會想念它們，一直想念。
You can never replace anyone because everyone is made of such beautiful, specific details.
人人都是無可取代的，因為每個人都有自己那種美麗的，獨(dú)特的細(xì)微之處。
Like, I remember the way your beard has a bit of red in it, and how the sun was making it glow that morning, right before you left.
就好像我記得，你的胡子上有一點(diǎn)紅色，以及你離開時，清晨的陽光是怎樣照得它閃閃發(fā)亮。
I remembered that, and I missed it. Really crazy, right?
我一直記著，我非常懷念。很神經(jīng)質(zhì)，對吧？
All right, now I know for sure. You wanna know why I wrote that stupid book?
現(xiàn)在我明白了。你想知道為什么我寫了那本破書嗎？
Why?
為什么？
So that you might come to a reading in Paris, and I go walk up to you and ask: "Where the fuck were you?"
因為這樣你就會參加巴黎的讀者見面會，而我就可以走過去問你：“你之前到底去哪兒了？”
No. You think I'd be here today?
不會吧。你真的覺得我今天會來？
I'm serious. I think I...I wrote it, in a way, to try to find you.
真的。我之所以寫這本書，從某種意義來講，就是為了能找到你。
Okay, that's...I know that's not true, but that's sweet of you to say it.
好啦，這...我知道這不是真的，不過聽你這么說我還是很開心。
I think it is true.
我覺得這是真的。
