我想我现在可以使用一个拥抱。I think I can use a hug now.

     我似乎对一件事上了瘾。那就是强颜欢笑强作深沉强打精神。不是深夜会让人特别脆弱，而是深夜会让人特别希望打败脆弱。

     微小的幸福的，我始终得不到。是因我不愿照镜子吗。

     我只是觉得，亲爱的神，你不可以碎，而我更要完完整整。

     高阁客竟去，小园花乱飞。这于你是一个怎样的意向呢。

     据说吃饭时把筷子拿得高的人，会离家远。那我却总是嫌筷子不够长。

     不过，我甚至也会嫌勺子不够长。

      A ship inside a bottle cannot sink, or collect dust. It is nice to look at and floats on glass. No one is small enough to board it. It doesnt know where it's heading. The wind outside wont blow its sails, it has no sails, only a slip, a dress and beneath them, jellyfish.

      Her mouth is dry though she is surrounded by water. She drinks it through the opennings in her eyes which never close. When she dies, it wont be noticeable. She wont crash on rocks, she will remain tall, and proud.

      if you didnt kiss her on your way out, my love, if you can, kiss her when you return.

      《Meduzot》，又译《水母》，《蛇发女妖》或《蓝色果冻海》。

       这首诗，我觉得挺可爱又可怜的。只是，冷暖自知吧。