A confessional poem written on Valentine's Day!
无题
Untitled poem
读一首好诗
如同品一杯美酒
但妙不可言的感觉
却无法与人分享
Reading a good poem is
like tasting a cup of fine wine.
However, as usual, such kind of fantastic and subtle feeling
We have no way to share with others.
这个世界
又有有多少的喜怒哀乐
都是如人饮水
冷暖自知
In this world
How many huge joys and sorrows we ourselves have experienced but completely unknown by anyone else are there？
Just like only the wearer knows where the shoes pain.
人类的苦痛喜乐并不相通
倘若有相通的那一瞬间
便是一种至乐
The truth is that human beings' emotions are not meant to being connected.
So it would be a sheer bliss
even if one moment of empathy occurs.
今天很开心
我读懂了一首诗
诗歌让我看见了我曾经的激情和忐忑
并为此快乐了好一阵子
哦，我想念那个懵懂青春的自己
Today I am really so glad that
I understand a poem well,
Which evokes a sort of strong passion and anxiety I once had when I was still young.
Oh, God knows how I miss that innocent younger self all of sudden!
And I even feel very happy for a long while.
我希望我还是那个天真的小女孩
对世界有着太多的憧憬和希冀
而不像现在这样拥有一个千疮百孔的灵魂
How I wish I could remain a naive and youthful girl,
full of endless dreams and aspirations,
rather than a haggard woman having nothing but a soul riddled with thousands of gapping wounds now.
