Tonight I can write the saddest lines.

Write, for example,’The night is shattered
and the blue stars shiver in the distance.’

The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

Through nights like this one I held her in my arms
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.

She loved me sometimes, and I loved her too.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.

To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.

What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
The night is shattered and she is not with me.

This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

My sight searches for her as though to go to her.
My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.

The same night whitening the same trees.
We, of that time, are no longer the same.

I no longer love her, that’s certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.

Another’s. She will be another’s. Like my kisses before.
Her voide. Her bright body. Her inifinite eyes.

I no longer love her, that’s certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
my sould is not satisfied that it has lost her.

Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
and these the last verses that I write for her.

没有找到高中时听到judi dench奶奶的朗读版本，YouTube找到这个男声版。

one more year, still

每年到这个时间，都容易很沮丧且焦灼。

一年的agenda又一次夭折，又要进入另一个年龄区间。而能握在手里的，却几乎什么都没有。

认清事实的面目，去除浮杂的表象，那些经过十来年教育已经被固化的教条今年在自己身上得到近乎赤裸的审视。最明显的就是自己对自己更本质的认识，同时眼睁睁看着这些多年来那些被数不清的人和书教过励志信条的土崩瓦解。从头再来，只不过是一个魔术师般致幻的把戏，让你把自己一次又一次的逼到危险的边缘，试图在用悬崖看达到一种虚幻的光芒来许诺自己一个更好的明天。而最后却发现，即便过这段危险的悬崖，理想的对岸也不过是另一个海市蜃楼。

本质是，更多时候，生活仅仅是个选择题。Second Chance，多么诱人的一个词组，无论这样的路口你做过多少次多少次，选择都不会和第一次差多少。你有足够的理由来说教训我，它们的确是多么的美好。谢谢，到了一定的年纪，你就会相信有更多的事情其实就是注定的，就像你的星盘和八字及血型，在你出生的那一刻，它们就会跟随你一生，抹掉你的姓改掉你的年龄都于事无补，最能探寻自己的虽然不一定是自己，可能看清楚的旁观者又能有多少。无论经过多少艰难历练多少人事，自己只会本能的回到自己的本性。当那样至关重要的选择再一次来到的时候，跟随你的心是一句多么诚恳却又无力的言语。

这两天看了一点这次年会的消息，很大的因素就是在我的怂恿下，王小常同学在那里。总结就是并没有那么“连线”。

两天的时候，对传经布道来说显然是不够的，但对辩论来说想要有更为明显的结果，显然也不够火候。更多的，可能是一个聚会，一种声势，一种姿态。

Blog，部落格，博客。对我来说并没有那么复杂，无所谓内容的提供还是盈利的可能，也没有个人品牌的建立或者什么沟通平台。尽管显然很多人就是这么做的。从不许联想精准的广告到槽边往事的树洞，对我都什么都不是。这个叫光影时刻的网志，只是自己一个某种意义上的出口，当那些脑子里盘桓许久的东西形成文字的过程，就已经有了曲解，第一个被曲解的对象就是自己。意思能否被完整的准确的形成，什么会被剥离又有什么会被加入，不管怎样，在这个过程当中，有一点乐趣，其来源就是不管有多少的不准确，我看到那些东西出来了形成某种固态。用比喻的话，这近乎是我的树洞。

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