fudge.

我想起當初像是交換日記的約定，
最後終究回到個人的角落裡去。

當一件事情帶來壓力，
就不那麼可愛了。

仍一一聆聽各自在角落裡的聲音。

並持續著、試著發聲。

Dear S,

謝謝你，和你曾參與的每一件事情。
謝謝你，那些你已發現而不曾說出口的或說出口的。

因你而起的每一縷思緒、每一種複雜心情，都美好。

謝謝你。

Take care of yourself.
We'll be here for you, always.

最後，以一句成英姝老師的話勉勵我倆：


「自身是花朵，唯獨通過將自己餵養成美麗而壯大的奇觀，足以反噬這世界的黑暗。」


願我們使生命燦爛如花，不虛此行。

Best Wishes,

L

One day,
Little Jerry walked down the road alone.

He stopped from a small puddle.
A little Something stood by him.

By the reflection,
He saw the Something.

Couldn't tell what it was,
Little Jerry felt sort of fear.

"Won't hurt you."
Said the little Something, with a deep but gentle voice.

Little Jerry nodded.
Then stood in a silence before the Something started to cry.

Did not see, nor hear.
Little Jerry felt it as rain fell from the blue sky into his heart.

With his eyes closed,
Little Jerry prayed for the little Something.

"Would you remember?"
The voice faded in sadness.

Little Jerry looked at the small puddle.
Nothing but his face looked tired and sad.

He gave it a smile.
And puddled about in the heavy fog alone.

我想，總是會找到一個契機，以持續下去。

最近常在耳邊縈繞的一首歌。

在書裡看見當初決定停止短促發言的理由。

「何況談話速度通常比我的思維速度要快，
這就迫使我在思考前就開口了。
蠢話連篇，儘管我的理智與我的心是反對的，
然而往往在作出這些是非判斷之前，
蠢話就已脫口而出，再也無法更改。」

——盧梭、《一個孤獨漫步者的遐想》

Try to make it through.