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If I am awake,
若我此刻醒着，
who says this isn't a dream?
又是谁能证明，这不是一场梦？
I wore the morning like a weightless wing,
我披着清晨，如一双无重的翅膀，
Drifting where no name could follow me.
飞向名字也无法追随的地方。
Silver light trembling on the leaves,
银色的光，在叶尖微微颤动，
The sky forgot what gravity means.
连天空，都忘了何谓沉降。
Then the wind began to know my shape,
后来，风仿佛认出了我的形状，
Or was it I who learned the wind?
还是我，终于学会了风的模样？
The flowers moved before I touched them,
花还未曾触及，便已轻轻摇曳，
The world breathed in beneath my skin.
世界在我的皮肤之下，缓缓呼吸。
I opened my eyes beside the window,
我在窗边睁开双眼，
Morning resting quietly on the floor.
晨光静静落在地板。
My hands were human, my name was waiting—
双手属于一个人，名字也在等我——
But I could not feel it anymore.
可我再也感受不到它的重量。
Who am I?
我是谁？
Who are you?
你又是谁？
Who is dreaming?
是谁在梦？
Who wakes up?
又是谁醒来？
Am I the man
我是那个
who dreamed the wings,
梦见翅膀的人，
Or the wings
还是那双翅膀
dreaming the man?
梦见了一个人？
Who am I?
我是谁？
Who are you?
你又是谁？
If I wake—
若我醒来——
what wakes me?
又是什么，让我醒来？
A butterfly passed through the morning,
一只蝴蝶穿过晨光，
And for a moment, I knew its eyes.
那一刻，我仿佛认得它的双眼。
It looked at me without a question,
它望着我，不问一句，
As if I had been wearing its life.
仿佛我曾穿过它的一生。
The room is fading.
房间正在淡去。
The window is light.
窗外只剩一片光。
My name is somewhere—
我的名字就在某处——
just out of sight.
却始终隔着一寸遥远。
Am I awake?
我醒了吗？
A wing moves.
一翅轻动。
The morning bends.
晨光弯折。
I close my eyes—
我闭上双眼——
and become the wind.
化作一缕风。
