the
jagged
suburbs.
I
offer
you
the
bitterness
of
a
man
who
has
looked
long
and
long
at
the
lonely
moon.”
我给你贫穷的街道、绝望的日落、破败郊区的月亮。
我给你一个久久地望着孤月的人的悲哀。
陆璟深的心尖颤栗，封肆侧过头，亲吻他耳上那颗小小的痣。
如同温柔地包容和安抚。
他们继续在歌声中漫步旋转。
“I
offer
you
whatever
insight
my
books
may
hold.
whatever
manliness
or
humour
my
life.”
我给你我写的书中所能包含的一切悟力、我生活中所能有的男子气概或幽默。
“I
offer
you
that
kernel
of
myself
that
I
have
saved
somehow
-the
central
heart
that
deals
not
in
words,
traffics
not
with
dreams
and
is
untouched
by
time,
by
joy,
by
adversities.”
我给你我设法保全的我自己的核心——不营字造句，不和梦想交易，不被时间、欢乐和逆境触动的核心。
封肆的声音一字一字地落进耳中，是陆璟深早已熟识的、能叩击他灵魂的声音。
“I
offer
you
the
memory
of
a
yellow
rose
seen
at
sunset,
years
before
you
were
born.
I
offer
you
explanationsof
yourself,
theories
about
yourself,
authentic
and
surprising
news
of
yourself.”
我给你，早在你出生前多年的一个傍晚看到的一朵黄玫瑰的记忆。
我给你对自己的解释，关于你自己的理论，你自己的真实而惊人的消息。
“I
can
give
you
my
loneliness,
my
darkness,
the
hunger
of
my
heart;
I
am
trying
to
bribe
you
with
uncertainty,
with
danger,
with
defeat.”
我给你我的寂寞、我的黑暗、我心的饥渴；我试图用困惑、危险、失败来打动你。
陆璟深听懂了，封肆念的是诗，也是他心底的声音。
他在满目漾动的烛火中，看到了封肆眼中的专注和虔诚，只对他的。
“I
offer
you
the
loyalty
of
a
man
who
has
never
been