Wound
Jason 顾杰
If I have a wound, it must be something the world took away from me That winter, I took half a heart Going to the sea is not looking for the other half I just want to break it more thoroughly, like a dead end Therefore, the flash of the sea is considered by me The sharpness of ten thousand axe heads has a squandering night in a wound Every night is a fixed end that is looked at, the sea floods my whole body Keep me quiet, fascinate me—— Only this bigger wound can comfort me only here is there salt to keep the wound fresh
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Привет , мой милый друг Забыл ли ты, как долго не писала , Прости ,но я хотела отпустить Всю слабостью ,что в себе искала . И может ты проник Моим письмом до дрожи Забыл ли мой дневник , Увиденный стихами одинокой ночи ... Об памяти прошедших дней , Ты не увидишь ни души порока Лишь слабый шепот чувств Уложенных строками тонко . Немой вопрос в глазах Оставлю с времям на последок Легонько холодом касаний уходя , Чтоб не запомнил запах пепла.
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I Saw a Dream
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I saw a dream, and there were you, And there was coldness in your eyes. I wonder what a kind of true Made you become as cold as ice. And later I looked back to get a sense This empty glance was hellish call of past. It used to be a high and strong defense Against the world, the pain and me at last. You looked at me, and peering in your soul, I felt so lonely, as something vital died. And that is what I fear most of all - That nothing gentle will remain inside. Inside of you. Inside of me as well. And nothing will be said to farewell.
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