《拾年光堇》2

她就固执地坐在那个秋千上.
脱了红布鞋,光着脚.

曾坐在她边上,陪同她.
每次秋千缓下,我便死命挣扎着把自己重新摇起.
而她看起来总是那么平静,不让自己的秋千停下,也从不把自己摇向高处.

我所认识的阿允.
像冬日的和煦阳光.
每当她对着我微笑,却一语不发.
我试图去想她所想,却一直未曾得到答案.

Don't love her
She isn't that girl
... ...
When you push her back
You can't see her tear
... ...
She isn't that girl
Who can stay with you here
... ...
shoot your brain
when you think of her
... ...
Don't love her
You don't even know her
... ...
Don't love her
Her hand is cold
... ...

她坐在秋千上,唱着这首歌.
那歌声缓慢清幽,却有着某种强大的力量,将我推向边缘.
那歌声是她温柔的隔离警报.
叫我,勿靠近.

某一天，我坐在她身边，静静抽了一支烟．
她凝视着我吐出的灰色烟圈，让我给她递一支．
她并没有点燃她，只是含在嘴里．
"瘾."她嘀咕着.
"嗯？"
"你并不爱香烟,却为它不可自拔."
自那天起,我就尝试戒烟.
然而一直到如今,在我点燃每一支香烟之前,我总将它们轻轻含在嘴里.
结局却总是将它们点燃.
无一支例外.

黑夜里.吻过她.
那瞳里闪烁着的,不知是爱是伤.
昼日里.吻过她.
那几近龟裂的唇,有着微笑后残留的感叹.



《拾年光堇》