A low cry pierced the silence when he told me the whole story.He turned his face 2 the window & wiped his tear.Apparently,he tried 2 cover the sadness within the deep of his soul.
       His heart was pierced with grief.His eyes was full of secrets.I knew it.Cuz i can feel it.
       Secret is like the thorn on the red rose,it sticking ur heart 4 ever if ya keep it all the time.He is the guy like that.He can tell nobody cuz secret is secret,it means silent & inward,it means he will get hurt when he bethink it.
       It's a long story but a short dream.
       It's a terrible ending but he was pretend to accept it with a big smile.
       It's a lie but he was willing 2 overlook her mistakes & believe her lie was well-intentioned.
      Too many things were happened,& too many things were gone.Some things would stayed eventually,as ya know.It just like stars falling down to the earth.Ya can't take it out.Ya can't reject the truth.
      The things are falling stars.They striked ur heart.They stayed on ur heart.They took up ur heart.Ya'll never foget'em until ya dia.
      He said he remember that night,he cried like a little girl,but he've 2 trying his best 2 drive down the voive.Coz the gal who he like was sleep nearby him quietly.He keeped cry like that until the coming morning.He was full of soreness.He couldn't breath.Sadness was like a sword pierced his soft heart.
      He imputed his cried 2 the altitude sickness.
      But i knew,He just refused 2 admit the truth. Sometimes,he wanna be a gal.So he can cry no matter where and when.Although it's just an idea flash in his head.As ya know,every guys wanna be the tough guy.Tough,no tears.

      He is the idiot who only trust what he saw & heard.
      He is the Q who only thought the good and overlooked the bad.
      He is the blind guy who only saw the excellences & shinning soul form his gal.

      I'm sorry i cannot tell ya anything about his secret but only his feelings.

      An idiot's innermost feelings.  
   

      Hey,dear.Don't cry.
      Thing's better if ya don't think about it.Just let it be.
       I said.
  
      Slowly,he turned his face 2 me.
      Can i?
      Sure.
      Mmmmm...but ya just said they would stayed in my heart for ever and i would never foget'em until i dia.
      Did i?
      Sure.     
   
      Shit.i'm a real idiot.
      Really.

2008.4.28

Hin

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    简单地翻译一下寻晚写的东西:

   当他告诉我整个故事的时候,一阵低沉的哭泣声划破了寂静.他的脸别向窗户,显然,他试图掩饰潜藏在内心深处的忧伤.

   他的心被悲伤所刺痛,他的眼充满了秘密.我是知道的.因为我能够感受到.

   秘密就如同玫瑰花上的尖刺,如若你总是守护着它,它便永远地刺痛着你的心.他就是那样的人.他不能告诉任何人,因为秘密就是秘密,这意味着缄默和隐藏,这意味着每当他想起这个秘密,他便会受到伤害.

   这是一个漫长的故事,却是一场短暂的幻梦.

   这是一个糟糕的结局,他却假装以微笑去接受一切,

   这是一个谎言,他却乐意去忽略她的不好而相信它是出于善意的.

   太多的事情发生了,又有太多的事情消逝.如你所知,最终有一些东西会沉淀下来.这就像流星陨落,你不能搬移它们,也不能拒绝这个事实.

   这些东西就是那些流星.它撞击你的心,它留在你的心,它占据你的心.若非到死的一天,你将永世不会忘记它.

   他记得那一个夜晚,他像一个小女孩般痛泣.但他必须用尽全力把哭声压低.因为,他喜欢的那个女孩正安睡在他的附近.他就这样哭直到第二天的清晨.他充满悲伤,他几近窒息.悲伤如一把利剑洞穿了他柔软的心.

   他把他的哭泣归咎于高原反应.

   但我知道.他只是拒绝去接受他哭的事实罢了.有时候,他想变成一个女孩,那么他就能随时随地放声大哭.虽然这只是一个一闪而过的念头罢了.如你所知,每个男人总是想成为坚强的人.坚强,不准流泪.

   他是一个只会相信他所见所闻的笨蛋.

   他是一个只会往好的方面想而忽略不好的事情的阿Q.

   他是一个只会从她身上看见她的优点和闪光点的盲人.

   很抱歉我不能告诉你关于他的秘密.除却他的感受.

   一个笨蛋内心最深处的感受.

   嘿,亲爱的,不要哭了.

   如果你不去想他们,事情便会好起来.就让它过去吧.我说.

   慢慢地,他把头别向我.

   我能够做到吗?

   当然.

   唔....但你刚才说它们会永远地停留在我的心里面,直到死的那一天才能够忘掉它们.

   我是这样说的吗?

   当然.

   妈的.我真是一个大笨蛋.

   真的.