这样的笃定是美丽的，
但变化无常更是美丽。
但变化无常更是美丽。
缘分将他们推近，驱离，
憋住笑声
阻挡他们的去路，
然後闪到一边。
憋住笑声
阻挡他们的去路，
然後闪到一边。
有一些迹象和信号存在，
即使他们尚无法解读。有一晚，也许同样的梦，
到了早晨变得模糊。
即使他们尚无法解读。有一晚，也许同样的梦，
到了早晨变得模糊。
每个开始
都只是续篇，
这情节多端的作品
都还只是看到一半。
都只是续篇，
这情节多端的作品
都还只是看到一半。
Beautiful is such a certainty,
but uncertainty is more beautiful.
but uncertainty is more beautiful.
What of the streets, stairways and corridors
where they could have passed each other long ago?
where they could have passed each other long ago?
chance had been playing with them.Not yet wholly ready
to transform into fate for them
it approached them, then backed off,
stood in their way
and, suppressing a giggle,
jumped to the side.
to transform into fate for them
it approached them, then backed off,
stood in their way
and, suppressing a giggle,
jumped to the side.
There were signs, signals:
but what of it if they were illegible.Perhaps they had the same dream on a certain night,
suddenly erased after waking.
but what of it if they were illegible.Perhaps they had the same dream on a certain night,
suddenly erased after waking.
Every beginning
is but a continuation,
and the book of events
is never more than half open.
is but a continuation,
and the book of events
is never more than half open.
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