我的心曾经悲伤七次Seven Times My Heart Has Grieved
第一次，当它本可进取时，却故作谦卑；
第二次，当它在空虚时，用爱欲来填充；
第三次，在困难和容易之间，它选择了容易；
第四次，它犯了错，却借由别人也会犯错来宽慰自己；
第五次，它自由软弱，却把它认为是生命的坚韧；
第六次，当它鄙夷一张丑恶的嘴脸时，却不知那正是自己面具中的一副；
第七次，它侧身于生活的污泥中，虽不甘心，却又畏首畏尾。
我能想象的幸福生活
不会有寂无声响的漫长黑暗
白天喜悦清醒 夜晚宁静安眠
时刻有心流在交换
没有人在经历孤单
生活在这样一个国度
即使没有无垠的海岸线 森林或者麦田
也四处尽是花园
人们扯下万千的面具和口罩
放肆地笑
街上四处是暖心肠的好人儿
这不稀缺 有些泛滥
大家互相照料
擦肩而过时注视微笑
心存戒备是什么？
没有人知道
我的家人 过最接近生活的生活
安全的饭菜 牢固的屋舍
不警惕危险 不担心病患
房门大开 道路通畅 窗口便是公园
孩子们看得到彩虹 蜻蜓和蒲公英
车辆为他们缓行
老师教他们自由
即使一个人在夜里迷路 也不会走失
总能找到回家的路
家永远在那里 从不迁移
从不慌张
在任何情况下
从不慌张
生命中没有出现过一种叫做：
“我有好多事需要去做，
但是我不知道接下来该怎么办”的情况
不为任何的停滞而惴惴不安
从不比较
爱人是永恒的 炙热的 深情的
一寻就找到 携手至变老
他靠近你 你知道他懂得你
他离开你 你知道他思念你
用沉默的注视 或者 甜蜜的言语
长久的拥抱 或者 双唇的轻碰
时刻保持两颗心的亲近与爱的恒温
金钱可以买的东西很少
因为消费不能产生持久的快乐
那种瞬间的狂喜
总是紧随着愿望轻易被实现后的失落
毫无吸引力
没有人喜欢
所谓信仰 并非任何形式上的偶像崇拜
而是我们信奉统一的价值观和行为准则
一切向善
每个人都有与生俱来的梦想
写在身份证件上
不会被别人的观点而改变
是一切兴奋和努力的源泉
最大的喜悦便是见证梦想的实现
最大的恶便是阻止别人去实现它
阻止梦想实现的混蛋会受到最严厉的惩罚
责令销毁他的梦想
等同于不得善终
每个人都终究会实现与生俱来梦想
就像每个人都终究会死去一样
它是隶属于生命完结的一部分
使得所有好心人的长眠
都怀抱着无可挑剔的幸福感
The first time, when it could have pressed forward, yet it feigned humility;
The second time, when it was empty, it filled itself with lust and longing;
The third time, between the hard and the easy, it chose the easy;
The fourth time, it did wrong, yet consoled itself that others do wrong as well;
The fifth time, it was weak by its own choice, yet took that weakness for the tenacity of life;
The sixth time, when it scorned an ugly face, not knowing that face was one of its own masks;
The seventh time, it settled into the mire of life; not resigned to it, yet cowering all the same.
The happy life I can imagine
Has no long stretch of soundless dark
Days joyful and wide awake, nights of quiet sleep
At every moment currents of heart being exchanged
No one anywhere enduring loneliness
Living in such a country
Even without boundless coastlines, forests or fields of wheat
There are gardens everywhere all the same
People tear off their thousand masks and coverings
And laugh with abandon
The streets everywhere are full of warm-hearted souls
Not scarce at all, verging on overflowing
Everyone caring for everyone
A gaze and a smile in passing
What is it, to be on one’s guard?
No one knows
My family, living the life closest to life
Safe meals, sturdy shelter
No watching for danger, no worry of illness
Doors wide open, roads running clear, a park right at the window
Children can see rainbows, dragonflies and dandelions
Cars slow down for them
Teachers teach them freedom
Even losing the way alone at night, no one goes missing
The road home can always be found
Home is always there, it never moves away
Never flustered
Under any circumstances
Never flustered
Life has never once produced the situation called:
“I have so many things I need to do,
but I don’t know what comes next”
No trembling unease over any standstill
Never comparing
The beloved is everlasting, blazing, deep in devotion
Found at first seeking, hand in hand into old age
He draws near, and you know he understands you
He goes away, and you know he misses you
With a silent gaze, or with sweet words
A long embrace, or the light brush of lips
Keeping two hearts close, and love at its constant warmth, always
There is little that money can buy
For spending cannot produce a lasting joy
That momentary rapture
Always trailed by the letdown of a wish too easily granted
Holds no appeal whatsoever
No one cares for it
What we call faith is not idol worship in any form
But one creed of values and of conduct held in common
All things bending toward the good
Everyone carries a dream born with them
Written on their identity papers
Never to be altered by the opinions of others
The wellspring of all excitement and all striving
The greatest joy is to witness a dream come true
The greatest evil is to keep another from reaching theirs
The bastards who block a dream’s fulfillment receive the harshest punishment
Sentenced to the destruction of their own dream
The equal of being denied a good death
Everyone, in the end, fulfills the dream they were born with
Just as everyone, in the end, must die
It is a part that belongs to the closing of a life
So that the long sleep of all the kind-hearted
Is held in a happiness beyond reproach
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