如果相识注定会离别，你还会否开始这段缘份？

我会。

替你拖着的行李

是你的欢喜，

也是你的回忆。

每一步，重量叠加，

像时间叠映我们的过去。

一路上我们如常聊天，

但似乎都在回避来临的别离。

此刻，我希望行李的负重

能拖慢脚步，

更希望它能拖慢

时间流淌的速度。

轮子划过的轨迹，

重叠我们来时的脚印。

路边的景色依旧熟悉，

但现在却被拖拽成来时的倒叙。

负重前行：

重的不是行李，

而是心情。

在车站等待的不只我和你，

还有那群共享欢笑的挚友。

大家轮流与你合照，拥抱；

而我，守在行李旁，

也尝试将心情藏在沉甸甸的行李后。

帮你的最后一个忙，

是将行李——欢喜、回忆

送上火车。

同时这也是你帮我的最后一个忙：

让我救赎曾经的冷漠。

“Thank you for everything”

是我对你说的最后一句话。

我匆忙躲到人群后，

不想任何人看到我镶嵌已久的泪花：

一切复杂情绪的结晶，

如寒冬的雪花，

以独一无二的形态，

绽放，飘落。

在人群后，从攒动的人头中，

我用模糊的双眸找着你：

隐约中，我看见你

也泛红了眼。

你在火车门后挥别，

直到火车缓缓驶向未来。

这是我看你的最后一眼。

火车

嗞

隆——隆

隆————隆

隆——————隆

隆————————隆

隆——————————隆

渐渐驶远。

一些朋友淘气地邀我一起追火车，

但我拒绝了。

我知道

我将无法愈合奔跑呼出的不舍；

取而代之的，

将会是揪心的窒息。

我第一个转身离开，

第一个试图逃离这份不舍，

也第一个逃离失败。

我搭上地铁，

握住把手，面向窗口；

握住我无神的灵魂，面向我被掏空的躯体。

窗外的风景向前，

窗内的倒影，却始终困在原地；

如你，

和我。

I helped you to carry your luggage

—-your joy, your memories.

With every step, the weight piles on,

Like time overlaying our past.

We chatted as usual along the way,

but it seemed we were both avoiding the impending goodbye.

At that moment, I hoped the weight of the luggage,

could slow down my steps,

and the flow of time.

The trace where the wheels bladed through

overlapped our arriving footsteps.

The familiar roadside scenery,

was dragged into the chapters of a reversed chronology.

Walking forward with the weight

not of the luggage,

but of the heart.

We were not the only ones waiting at the train station,

But also the friends who shared our laughter.

Everyone took turns taking photos with you and hugging you.

While I stood by your luggage,

Trying to hide my emotions behind its weight.

The last favour I did for you

Was placing your luggage—-your joy and memories, 

Onto the train.

At the same time, this was also the last favour you did for me:

Giving me the chance to redeem my past indifference.

“Thank you for everything”

were the last words I said to you.

I quickly hid in the crowd,

Not wanting anyone to notice the tears hanging in my eyes:

Crystallised fragments of emotions,

were like winter’s snowflakes,

Blossoming, drifting down.

Amid the crowd, through the sea of heads,

I searched for you with blurred eyes.

In a fuzz, I saw

Your eyes were red, too.

You waved behind the train door,

Until the train moved forward slowly, towards the future.

This was my last glance at you.

The train

Pshhh

Vroom – Vroom

Vroom ————— Vroom

Vroom ——————————- Vroom

Vroom ———————————————- Vroom

faded into the distance.

Some friends playfully invited me to chase after the train,

But I declined.

I knew,

I knew couldn’t recover from the longing exhaled from the running,

Instead,

it would leave me gasping with heartache.

I was the first to turn away;

the first to try escaping this attachment;

And also the first to fail.

I boarded the metro.

I gripped the handrail; facing the window;

Gripping my lifeless soul; facing my hollow body.

The scenery outside marched forward,

the reflection inside remained still;

like you,

and me.