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香烟 cigarretes

把你的名字写在香烟上，吸到我的肺里，

留在离心最近的地方

I write your name on a cigarrete, and smoke it into my lung, the nearest place to my heart.

撕开锡铂纸.烟盒内二十根烟整齐的排列

撕开自己.想念却如何都无法排列的整齐

点上一根烟.点上心里的想念.我点了二十根想你的理由 却找不到一根忘却你的理由...

I tear the silver paper only to see twenty cigarrets in order.

I tear even myself but cannot arrange my memory .

Lit up a cigarrete and lit up a memory, twenty of them for missing you while none for forgetting.

第一根烟:

从我的肺里荡出.

我要它飘回第一次见你的那天.

去记住那个重要的日子...

The first:

the smoke rise from my lung.

I want it to fly back to the day I first met you

and to memorize it...

第二根烟:

在我的手指间烧尽..

我凝不住.你对我的第一个微笑..

The second:

it burns out between my fingers.

I can't hold your first smile to me...

第三根烟:

如果我孤独了.因为我是在想你

The third:

if I feel lonely, it is because I am missing you.

第四根烟:

因为我在延续上一根烟的想念

The fourth:

Because I am continuing missing you since the last cigarrete.

第五根烟:

火星是真实的.

而你的那句喜欢你.

却不能再在我耳边真实了

The fifth:

the sparks are real, but your words of "love you" will never be.

第六根烟:

我在叫你亲爱的

你是否仍然爱听?

The sixth:

I am still calling you "my darlin", yet do you still love to listen?

第七根烟:

我揉碎了扔出了我的视线.

因为在上次的第七根烟.

我第一次听到你对我说:"我生气了."

The seventh:

I tear it and throw it away from my sight.

Because for my seventh cigarrete last time, I first hear you say to me "I am angry."

第八根烟:

它是不是开始熏黑着我的肺

就像你冷漠的眼一直熏着我的心

The eighth:

is it starting to fumigate my lung, just like your cold eyes fumigating my heart.

第九根烟:

如果九就代表永久

那我在你和我的心门之间画上大大的九,

是不是就可以让你在我的世界停的久点再久点...

The ninth:

if nine represents for immortality, I will draw a huge nine between the hearts of you and me.

In this way, maybe I can have you in my world longer...

第十根烟

是太多烟迷蒙了自己的周围

还是眼睛根本早就看不清了?

The tenth:

is there too much smoke around me, or my eyes have already failed to see?

第十一根烟:

除了你

谁还会帮我数着.这是第几根的灰烬了...

The eleventh:

Who, except you, will count for me how many cigarretes I have smoked...

第十二根烟:

在我弹出去时.

我想问你.那溅起的火星是不是还像当时的样子

可是.你在哪呢

The twelvth:

When I flip it away, I want to ask you whether these sparks still look like before.

But, where are you?

第十三根烟:

我开始觉得冷了.

那你呢? 是不是也是一样抖着.

却依旧要给我你的温度.

直到你的掌心有了和我相同的冰凉

The thirteenth:

I begin to feel cold.

What about you? Are you trembling too, but still want to give me your warmth,

until your palm is as cold as mine.

第十四根烟:

烫着了我的冰冷.

永远没有你给我温度时的那份细腻

The fourteenth:

The coldness hurts me.

It never has the gentleness of your giving me warmth.

第十五根烟:

想起你连想着我都要重复着一二三的勇气..

这剩下的一小截烟

还能再抽三口吗?

The fifteenth:

I memorize that you need to count one two three when you are thinking of me.

Can the rest of this cigarrete be enough for another three breath?

第十六根烟:

如果你在这些烟上都写了字

当这些字都成灰烬

我是不是便在你的胸口了?

The sixteenth:

If you have writen on all these cigarretes, am I in your chest when they become ash?

十七根烟:

拉着我的手放进你的衣兜里,握紧...

The seventeenth:

Put my hand in your pocket and hold it tightly...

第十八根烟:

如果你在下一个路口发现我不在了

你是继续等我.还是追着我的步伐?

The eighteenth:

If you find I am missing at the next cross, will you wait for me or go on your journey?

第十九根烟:

你说你喜欢我的眼睛

那你知不知道它为什么湿了?

The nineteenth:

You have said you love my eyes, so do you know why they become wet?

第二十根烟:

你说你去了.你相信你可以找到你的快乐.

那你如何还我另一个快乐?

你不在了.两个快乐还可以相连吗?

The twentieth:

You have said you will go and you can find your happiness.

But how can you give my happiness back?

Without you, can the two kinds of happiness connect?

当最后一根烟抽完.

对你的想念是不是也能停下?

When the last cigarette is finished, can I stop missing you?

离开的日子我抽的烟何止是这二十根

我想你的理由何止是这二十根星火

但是一包烟.只有二十根

我抽了十九根.你都不在身边.

In the days without you, it is far more than these twenty cigarettes.

So do my reason for missing you.

But there are only twenty cigarretes in one box.

Nineteen of them are finished, and you are no longer at my side.

那下一根烟.下一包烟燃起的时候.

我是不是还有想你的理由?

那是不是我转身了.你就也要跟着转身了..

So, at the next cigarrete and the next box, do I still have reasons for missing you?

So, is it that I turn away, and you will also...

于是我们就该相信地球是圆的

于是我们就用一辈子,去赌上一个缈茫的下次重逢...

So we must believe that the earth is round.

So we must bet for a next vague sight with a whole life...

喜欢什么，要什么，

失去了什么，得到了什么。

What we like, what we want, what we miss, what we gain...

我依稀的记得以前喜欢过的一些事物和人，

可是只是依稀，我甚至忘记了它们大致的样子，

只记得自己在决定要喜欢的时候那种要把所有细节铭刻在心的样子!!!!

I still dimly remember something and someone I liked before, but only dimly.

I even forget how they look, but only remember the moment I decided to impress every detail in my heart when I started liking them!!!

我

放下尊严

放下骄傲

放下固执

都是因为我放不下你......

I have,

given up my dignity, my pride, my obstinacy,

only because I cannot give up you....

挺累的……