Friday, April 13, 2012

螢火

每隔一段日子, 再讀三毛, 依舊愛不釋手. 四月, 聽哥哥哼著老掉牙的歌, 邊啃著遙遠城市的故事.

「天空中沒有翅膀的痕跡,但我已飛過。」-泰戈爾 (螢火蟲, 1928)
I leave no trace of wings in the air, but I am glad that I have had my flight.













[Pic_TouchTheSky /Carlos Henrique Reinesch]

1 comment:

maomao said...

The fireflies, twinkling among leaves,
make the stars wonder.

The mountain remains unmoved
at its seeming defeat by the mist.

While the rose said to the sun,
"I shall ever remember thee,"
her petals fell to the dust.


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Oh how beautiful it is to capture the perishing.
lovely.