My life started with the mist, dense and somehow milky mist. In the mist I had been searching, feeling, trying to figure out a reason for my forlorn stay in this universe. I walked staggeringly, aimlessly in the omnipresent mist, never able to even see the dimmest hope in life. I killed, in my misty days, in order to survive. Survive, and thus keep searching.
我的生命开始在迷雾中——浓重的,略带乳白色的迷雾。在这样的迷雾里,我寻找着。为自己在这宇宙里孤独的存在,寻找一个理由。我踉跄地走,我无目的的走。在充斥着天地的雾气中,不曾见过哪怕是最黯淡的,一丝希望。在雾气弥漫的日子里,为了生存,我杀戮。生存,生存下来,然后继续寻找着。
My plain life reached its climax when I met him, his piano, and his azure eyes. I had my happiness, all the happiness I deserved in life, when I was alongside him. He endowed me emotions---smiles and tears. We smiled together, and I cried for him. That day in the rainy grave ground, I set my oath. To cry for him, I promised, no matter what. I shed tears from my eyes, but in his heart. In our days, I killed, so I can keep my oath to my love.
遇到他,我平淡得令人生厌的生活被颠覆了。因为他,他的钢琴,和他的蓝眼睛。在他身边的时候,我拥有了我的幸福,我一生应得的全部幸福。他赐予我情感——微笑和泪水。我和他一起微笑,我为他流泪。那天潮湿的墓地里,我深埋下我的誓言。为他哭泣,不论发生什么。我的眼睛里,会流出来自于他心里的,泪水。我们在一起的日子里,我杀戮,为了守住对爱的人的誓约。
Then, I lost him. I left him. I abandoned him. I betrayed him. Meanwhile, I gave away my soul, my spirit, my consciousness, my life. I was atrociously thrown back to the middle of the mist, by myself. Nevertheless, I had something to longing this time. I had something to lead me in the mist---not light, but darkness. It was pure darkness, bewitching darkness and pathetic darkness that guided me through. In those days, I killed, hoping someday I can save my love from an apathy world.
然后,我失去了他。我离开了他。我抛弃了他。我背叛了他。同时,我扔掉了我的灵魂,我的精神,我的感知,我的生命。我被我自己残酷地,丢回了那片迷雾中。但是,与过去不同,这一次,我有了可以渴望的东西。我有了可以在迷雾中指引我的东西——那不是光明,是黑暗。那是纯净的黑暗,魅惑的黑暗,也是悲哀的,黑暗。在那些是日子里,我杀戮,寄期冀于有一天,我可以带他离开,这个冷漠的世界。