whenever my eyes cross the boiling blood and the icy frost,
I always feel melancholy when I see you.
I said that even the winter sun is not as good
as the broken hair falling on your forehead,
it is like holy water sprinkled from the sky in a bleak day. The green star that hangs in my heart in
the
summer night as bright as your eyes
seems to never fall.
I asked,
boy, why are you lonely?
You have an air that others don't have, and
you are holy like a messenger from heaven.
Even if I stand in the distance,
I feel like an ocean pressing down on my heart - it cannot be suffocated.
Just like the heavy snow in the winter of the extreme northern countries,
I opened my eyes in a dream and
saw your figure standing dimly in the depths of another world
- like a saint.
I see that you are very close,
but why is
this distance enough for me to walk for centuries?
I walk in the season where winter meets winter,
like near-zero ice water sliding across my face, my neck, my body.
What flows behind me is like a memory
frozen,
and that memory is
condensed on the corners of your mouth and brows like your melancholy ,
even the hottest blood and sunlight can't melt it.
Girl, why are you worried?
Why do you always stand on the other side of the world and avoid my gaze?
Your meekness is clearly God's will,
let me open my mouth, but I can't say a word,
Let me pick up the pen, but can't write a word.
Let me sink into your sorrowful laughter, and
let me
see a ray of dawn in this disordered reality that has long been positioned .
You are my only dream.
But, but ah!
--My only love!
Every snowy morning, I see your single-line figure in the vast wilderness.
I am impressed by your bright texture.
I even thought ignorantly that I
could
wrap your loneliness with the ignorant obscurity that had been deposited in my heart for many years .
I used to be lost in my delusions that
your innocence and innocence could be with me.
So,
I, who was as vulnerable as a child,
desperately wanted to keep your soul.
Even if your hot smile burns me to ashes!
Let me
end my meaningless life under the fire of hell .
——Yes, it is you who made me find the value of my existence.
In the dark night,
I clenched your right hand.
That hand, which was colder than the deep purple blood,
became my only solace in helplessness.
Your fingertips slid across my skin,
the feeling as if my body was being evacuated,
made me dare not look back at your face.
So,
every night I
wait for you in the invisible white ,
I hope I can summon the courage to invite you
to leave this sad land with me,
leave my past
——The unbearable, cowardly and timid past.
In the heavy snow,
I saw your black hair
fluttering like the wind from the extreme north .
On the snowfield, large tracts of coniferous forests are clustered together.
My freshly opened eyes were red and dry.
You say life is like an escape, you
can't sit still.
But the future is still unknown, and all
I can know is that the past has withered like death.
And now is eternity.
My love will forever freeze in this moment
until the end of time.
Until the
Swedish version of "Don't Come In" and its original work
at
1:00 a.m. on February 25, 2012
ps I have to say I didn't know Ellie was a boy when I wrote this (→ → because I read it for the first time) It was dubbed in English, that one should have been cut), and then I made up the original book and read a lot of comments before I realized it... Then I made up a complete Swedish version and found that I missed a lot. There are also movies that should beautify the image of Oscar a lot. The US version really sucks.
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