L.I.F.E.

我躺在床上看着书听着Maroon 5喝着我的啤酒;

你坐在懒人椅上休息听着古典音乐喝着你的牛奶；

我和你玩了几次”楼梯40″只赢过你一次；

然后每一次都暗地里心里面发誓下一次一定要赢你；

你每次总是明知故问地问我咖啡要不要糖；

每一次；

每一次你问我意见衣服裤子鞋子眼镜手表；

我没有一次喜欢你喜欢的；

不一样的颜色；

不一样的品味；

但是却偷偷满心雀跃地喜欢这种感觉；

这一种与众不同不一样的感觉；

我反而觉得；

如果你喜欢的我也喜欢；

我也就不会那么喜欢你了；

我和你就是这样；

没有约定但却不知不觉建立起了一种不言而喻的默契；

一种只有我和你才能明白的相处方式；

就这样让我和你没大没小有一搭没一搭的在一起着的一种方式。

he is in love;

he is asymptomatic;

the illness has no physical signs;

he still acting very atavistic;

showing all his basic human feelings that people have

felt since human have existed;

life has led him astray ever since;

he was once an astute young man;

he was and has always been meticulous in his

use of words and about his apperance;

he was also a pithy, straightforward, plain spoken man;

life has led him astray ever since;

he is in love.

This passage is for you.

“How was it on your table?”

“Oh, the usual.”

“Well, I managed to spark an interesting discussion about money, but, alas, it ended in tragedy.”

“When do you leave?”

“I have to leave here at half past seven in the morning. Since we’re flying to Berlin, we could share a taxi.”

“Where are you going?”

“You know where I’m going. You haven’t asked me, but you know.”

“Yes, I know.”

“Just as you know that we’re saying goodbye at this very moment.”

“We could go back to the time when we first met; a man in emotional tatters over someone who had left him, and a woman madly in love with her neighbour. I could repeat what I said to you once: ‘I’m going to fight to the bitter end.’ Well, I fought and I lost, and now I’ll just have to lick my wounds and leave.”

“I fought and lost as well. I’m not trying to sew up what was rent. Like you, I want to fight to the bitter end.”

“I suffer everyday, did you know that? I’ve been suffering for months now, trying to show you how much I love you, how things are only important when you’re by my side. But now, whether I suffer or not, I’ve decided that enough is enough. It’s over. I’m tired. After that night in Zagreb, I lowered my guard and said to myself: If the blow comes, it comes. It can lay me out on the canvas, it can knock me out cold, but one day I’ll recover.”

“You’ll find someone else.”

“Of course I will; I’m young, pretty, intelligent, desirable, but will I experience all the things I experienced with you?”

“You’ll experience different emotions and, you know, although you may not believe it, I love you while we were together.”

“I’m sure you did, but that doesn’t make it any the less painful. We’ll leave in separate taxis tomorrow. I hate goodbyes, especially at airports or train stations.”

~~The Zahir by Paulo Coelho~~

Happy birthday to you;

Happy birthday to you;

Happy birthday to you;

Happy birthday to you;

原来重要的并不是你快乐；

而是和你在一起的人一起快乐。

我要你；

我要你快；

乐；

我要你快乐；

你快；

快乐。

Bookstore owner: We just have the time for one last question.

Male reporter: What is, uh, your next book?

Jesse: Ah…I don’t know, man, I don’t know…I’ve been…I’ve been thinking about this…Well, I always kind of wanted to write a book that all took place within the space of a pop song, you know, like 3 or 4 minutes long, the whole thing.

The story, the idea is that…there’s this guy. Right? And…he’s totally depressed. I mean, his great dream was to be a lover, an adventurer, you know, riding motorcycles through South America, and instead he’s sitting at a marble table, eating lobster, and he’s got a good job and a beautiful wife, right? But you know, everything that he needs. But that doesn’t matter, ’cause what he wants is to fight for meaning.

You know, happiness is in the doing, right, not in the… getting what you want. So, he’s sitting there, and just at that second, his little five year old daughter hops up on the table. And he knows that she should get down ’cause she could get hurt, but she’s dancing to this pop song, in a summer dress. And he looks down, and all of a sudden, uh, he is sixteen. And…his high school sweetheart is dropping him off, at home. And they’ve just lost their virginity, and she loves him, and the same song is playing on the car radio, and she climbs up and starts dancing on the roof of the car. And now, now he’s worried about her! And she’s beautiful, with a…a facial expression just like his daughter‘s. In fact, you know, maybe that’s why he even likes her. You see, he knows he’s not remembering this dance, he’s there. He’s there in both moments simultaneously. And just like for an instance (snaps his fingers), all his life is just folding in on itself and it’s obvious to him that time is a lie…(Jesse motions to his right, and sees Céline standing against the wall, listening to him) uh…that’s it’s all happening all the time and inside every moment is another moment, all…You know, happening simultaneously.

And, anyway, that’s…that’s kind of the idea…anyway.

i hate goodbyes;

i was never good at it anyway;

i probably end up embarass myself if i stay;

but then again;

i thought u would’ve insisted;

i was wrong;

it’s my fault;

i shouldnt’ve thought;

so;

this is goodbye;

goodbye.

you talk a lot;

but never about yourself;

you question a lot;

but never about yourself;

you think a lot;

but never about yourself;

what about yourself?

what about me?

what about?

Female reporter: I’ll try to be more specific. Were there ever a French young woman on the train you met, and…spent an evening with?

Jesse: (Sighs.) See, to me, that…that’s not important, you know?

Female reporter: So that’s a “yes”.

Jesse: (With great hesitation.) Alright, since I’m in France and this is the last stop on my book tour, “yes”. (Light laughter from everybody in the room.)

Male reporter: Mr. Wallace, the book ends on an ambiguous note. We don’t know. Do you think they get back together in six months, like they promise each other?

Jesse: Like they promised, uh… I think how you answer that, you know, is, uh…You know, it’s… It’s a good test. Right? If you’re a romantic or a cynic. I mean, uh, you think (pointing at the female reporter)…you think they get back together, (pointing at a second male reporter) you don’t, for sure, and (pointing at the questioner) you hope they do, but, you know, you’re not sure so that’s why you’re asking the question.

Female reporter: And…do you think they get back together? I mean, did you, in real life?

Jesse: (Sighs.) Did I real…(Sighs again, then smiles.) Look, see, in the words of my grandfather, OK…to answer that, would take the piss out of the whole thing.

Female reporter: (Disappointed.) Oh, no…

我不要；

我不要你看见我哭的样子；

我会很难过的；

我陪你一起哭；

我不要；

你走；

但是你回来后不要找我；

答应我；

你答应我了的；

你钩了钩我的小指。

不要骗我，千万不要骗我。

有一个梦；

你等于你；

我等于我；

中间有一扇门；

你我同一时间走过那一扇门；

结果还是；

你等于你；

我等于我；

有一个梦。

Female reporter: Do you consider the book to be autobiographical?

Jesse: Hmmm…well, I mean, isn’t everything autobiographical? I mean, we all see the world through our own tiny keyhole, right? I mean, I always think of Thomas Wolfe, you know, have you ever seen that little one page note to reader in the front of “Look Homeward, Angel,” right, you know what I’m talking about? Anyway, he says that we are the sum of all the moments of our lives, and that, uh, anybody who sits down to write is gonna use the clay of their own life, that you can’t avoid that. So when I look at my own life, you know, I have to admit, right…that I’ve… I’ve never been around a bunch of, a bunch of guns, or violence. You know, not really. No political intrigue or, uh, helicopter crash, right? (Nods at the bookstore owner, who nods back.)

But my life, from my own point of view, has been full of drama, right? And, uh, so I thought that if I could write a book that…that could capture what it’s like to really meet somebody. I mean one of the most exciting things that’s ever happened to me is to really meet somebody, make that connection, and if I could…make that valuable, you know, to capture that, that would be the attempt or…Did I answer your question?

to tell you the truth;

secretly;

i like routine;

so i dont have to wonder what should i do the next day.

i told you i hate the silence between us;

i was lying.

Jesse: December, yeah, right. Now listen, it‘s a train ride for you, but I got to fly all the way here. But I’m gonna be here.

Céline: Okay, me too.

Jesse: Alright.

Céline: And we won‘t call…or write or…

Jesse: Na…

Céline: Na.

Jesse: It‘s depressing.

Céline: Yeah, okay.

Jesse: Alright. (They kiss.) Alright, your train’s gonna leave. Say goodbye.

Céline: Bye.

Jesse: Goodbye.

Céline: Au revoir.

Jesse: Later.

(They kiss again, and he helps her onto the train. The whistle blows, and the train leaves.)

perhaps;

i just dont want you to know me;

at all.

that’s all.

I read it from somewhere, people should be selfish, it’s right to be

selfish, coz only you learn to love yourself then you will know how

to love others………imagine if u don’t even know what you want,

what you need and you don’t even love yourself, how do you expect

people to know how to love you?

Sometimes, I don’t know, there’re so much things out there, I tend

to get confuse or maybe I just think too much.

I miss being with someone.

I miss talking to you guys, my dearest friends.

Well then, let me wish u all well and yes, I also miss those good old

times too.

I always do.

Jesse: I hate this.

Céline: Me too. The train is about to leave.

Jesse: Yeah.

(They kiss, hug. They stop, and from this point on their voices are rushed.)

Jesse: Listen. Listen. You know all this bullshit we’re talking about…about not seeing each other again? I don’t want to do that.

Céline: I don’t want to do that either.

Jesse: You don’t?

Céline: I waited for you to say it.

Jesse: Well, why didn’t you say something?

Céline: I was afraid you didn’t wanna see me.

i am capable to love;

i am just incapable to hurt others;

what are you capable and incapable of?

i avoid to answer questions directly;

i like to ask a question before i answer a question;

was i afraid of what other might find out?

or was i avoiding my responsibility?

or i probably just hate to answer question?

or i just simply want to shut them up?

i have a secret

tell me

if i tell you;

it will not be a secret anymore.

i’m not whisperring;

it’s you;

who choose not to listen to me by default.

Jesse: (In a deep, throaty voice.) “The years shall run like rabbits.“

Céline: (Opens her eyes and looks up at him.) What?

Jesse: (Shakes his head.) Nothing, nothing. I have this, uh, recording of Dylan Thomas, reading a W.H.Auden poem. He’s got a great voice. Just it’s like, uh…

Céline: What, what?

Jesse: (Starts with throaty voice again.)

All the clocks in the city Began to whir, and chime: Oh, let not time deceive you You cannot conquer time. In headaches and in worry Vaguely life leaks away. And time will have its fancy Tomorrow or today.

(Back to regular voice.) Something like that.

Céline: That‘s good. (Pauses.) When you talked earlier about after a few years, how a couple begin to hate each other…by anticipating their reactions…or getting tired of their mannerisms. I think it would be the opposite for me. I think I can really fall in love when I know everything about someone. The way he’s gonna part his hair…which shirt he’s gonna wear that day…knowing the exact story he’d tell in a given situation. I’m sure that’s when I know I’m really in love. (They stop and stare for a while.)

有一天；世界上；只剩下；一种语言；一种称为抚摸的语言；

Just reach out and touch someone today; anyone;

anyone at all.

“为什么总是那么地伤感？”

“为什么那么不快乐？”

“有心事？”

“最近很烦恼吗？”

“谁惹恼你了？写的东西那么惨。”

不为什么；人生；不是来；就是去；那就是；生活；不是吗；

Have you ever try to really take control of your life? I mean

REALLY take control of it.

If you do, write to me, tell me how.

Céline: Okay. (Long pause.) You don’t want to see me again?

Jesse: (Laughs.) No, of course I do. Listen. (Sits up and leans on his elbow, hovering above her.) If somebody gave me the choice right now, of to never see you again or to marry you, alright, I would marry you, alright? And maybe that’s a lot of romantic bullshit…but people have gotten married for a lot less.

Céline: Actually…I think I decided I wanted to sleep with you when we got off the train. But now that we’ve talked so much, I don’t know anymore.

(Jesse sighs of frustration and collapses to the ground again. Celine laughs, then leans over to kiss him.)

Céline: Why do we make everything so complicated?

Jesse: I don’t know.

(They kiss again, breathing more deeply, and rolling over each other several times.)