這座城市天生就適合戀愛，
你天生就適合我的靈魂。
——杜拉斯《情人》
每到情人節
幾多歡喜幾多愁
單身者惆悵心上人何時能成眼前人
心上人都沒有連惆悵都很空……
情侶則頭疼買什麼禮物講什麼情話
畢竟求生欲測試帶來的攀比給人太多壓力……
emmm……
那當然得給沃親愛的粉絲準備點實用的東西
比如——
經典的情話；你心儀的男朋友；你夢中的女神……
情話篇
my heart beats her waves at the shore of the world and writes upon it her signature in tears with the words, "i love thee."
我的心把她的波浪在世界的海岸上衝激著，
以熱淚在上邊寫著她的題記：“我愛你。”
listen, my heart,
to the whispers of the world with which it makes love to you.
靜靜地聽，我的心呀，
聽那世界的低語，
這是它對你求愛的表示呀。
her wishful face haunts my dreams like the rain at night.
她熱切的臉，如夜雨似攪擾著我的夢魂。
some unseen fingers,
like an idle breeze,
are playing upon my heart the music of the ripples.
有些看不見的手指，
如同慵懶的微風，
在我的心上奏起緩緩的音樂。
the world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover.
it becomes small as one song,
as one kiss of the eternal.
世界對著它的愛人，把它浩翰的面具揭下了。
它變小了，小如一首歌，
小如一個永恆的吻。
you smiled and talked to me of nothing and i felt that for this i had been waiting long.
你微微地笑著，不同我說什麼話。
而我覺得，為了這個，我已等待得久了。
your voice, my friend,
wanders in my heart,
like the muffled sound of the sea among these listening pines.
我的朋友，
你的聲音飄蕩在我的心裡，
像那海水的低吟聲繚繞在靜聽著的松林之間。
How far are you from me, o fruit?
I am hidden in your heart, o flower.
你離我有多遠呢，果實呀？
我藏在你心裡呢，花呀。
As the storm still seeks its end in peace
when it strikes against peace with all its might,
even thus my rebellion strikes against thy love
and still its cry is——
`I want thee, only thee'.
就像風暴對平靜的追尋，
在不停歇地衝擊著平靜之後；
甚至，我的逆反衝擊著你的愛，
你聽，他在呼喊：
我要你，也，只要你。
Come to the garden walk, my love.
Pass by the fervid flowers that press themselves on your sight.
Pass them by, stopping at some chance joy,
that like a sudden wonder of sunset illumines,
yet eludes.
For love's gift is shy,
it never tells its name,
it flits across the shade,
spreading a shiver of joy along the dust.
Overtake it or miss it for ever.
But a gift that can be grasped is merely a frail flower,
or a lamp with a flame that will flicker.
.
來我的花園走走啊，我的愛。
經由我那些熱情奔放的花朵呀，
他們相擁著貼近你視線。
經由他們呀，若可能心歡喜時就駐步慢慢看，
那歡喜啊，猶若夕陽突然變換的奇幻，
卻又轉眼即消散。
給愛的饋贈是害羞呢，
它從來不說自己的名姓，
卻輕盈盈地掠過自己的陰影，
沿著塵埃傳開令人激顫的欣喜。
超越它，抑或會永遠錯過它。
可一個能得到的禮物，
僅僅是朵嬌弱的花朵，
抑或是一盞火光閃爍的油燈呢。
I would ask for still more,
if I had the sky with all its stars,
and the world with its endless riches;
but I would be content with the smallest corner of this earth if only she were mine.
我依然會要求很多，
若我擁有整個天空及其繁星，
若我擁有這世界無窮的金銀；
可若她是我的，
我哪怕在這世界只擁有一個小小角落，
也因此心滿意足了。
