Drinking at Estern Slop by night I sober, then get drunk again. When I come back, it's near midnight I hear the thunder of my houseboy's snore I knock, but no one answers at my door What can I do but, leaning on my cane, Listen to the river's refrain? I long regret I am not master of my own, When can I just ignore the hums of up and down? In the still night the soft winds quiver On ripples of the river. From now on I would vanish with my little boat For the rest of my life on the sea I would float -- 活了这麽多年﹐我竟然还是搞不懂爱情这东西。我是不是已经不适合去爱一个人﹐在尝试“执子之手”时﹐在学习“我心匪石”时﹐在经过“弱水三千”时﹐在感怀“冬雷震震”时﹐那个人在哪里呢。 ※ 来源:‧水木社区 http://newsmth.net‧[FROM: 204.152.239.217]