我们如何生存，诗人：马克.利克比，英文诵读：老叶，How We Survive，By Mark Rickerby，Reader Lao Ye

老叶

我们如何生存

诗人：马克.利克比

英文诵读：老叶

How We Survive

By Mark Rickerby

Reader Lao Ye

How We Survive

By Mark Rickerb

If we are fortunate,

we are given a warning，

If not, there is only the sudden horror,.

the wrench of being torn apart;

of being reminded

that nothing is permanent,

not even the ones we love,

the worst aour lives revolve around.

Life is a fragile affair.

We are all dancing

on the edge of a precipice,

a dizzying cliff so high

we can't see the bottom.

One by one, we lose those we love most into the dark ravine.

So we must cherish them without reservation.

Now. Today. This minute.

We will lose them or they will lose us someday.

This is certain.

There is no time for bickering.

And their loss will leave a great pit in our hearts;

a pit we struggle to avoid during the day

and fall into at night.

Some,unable to accept this loss,unable to determine the worth of life without them,

jump into that black pit

spiritually or physically,

hoping to find them there.

And the some survive

the shock,the denial,the horror,the bargaining,the barren, empty aching,

the unanswered prayers,

the sleepless nights.

when their breath is crushed under the weight of silence.

and all that it means.

Somehow, some survive all that and,like a flower opening after a storm.

they slowly begin to remember.the one they lost in a different way...

The laughter,the irrepressible spirit,the generous heart,

the way their smile made them feel,

the encouragement they gave even as their own dreams were dying.

And in time, they fill the pit with other memories.

the only memories that really matter.

We will still cry.

We will always cry.

But with loving reflection

more than hopeless longing.

And that is how we survive.

That is how the story should end.

That is how they would want it to be.

《我们如何生存》

诗人：马克·利克比

如果我们足够幸运，我们会受到警告。

否则，那就只是突然的噩梦，被强烈的撕裂、扭伤；

且提醒我们，没有什么是永恒的，

即使是我们所爱的人，

以及我们生活中相互依存的人。

生命是脆弱的，

我们都在悬崖上跳舞，

让人眩晕的深不见底的悬崖。

我们最爱的人会一个接一个地掉进黑暗的深渊。

所以，我们必须毫无保留地珍惜他们，

现在，今天，此时此刻。

某天，我们会失去他们，

或者，他们会失去我们，

这毫无疑问。

没有时间去争执了，

他们的离去也会在我们心底留下一个巨大的黑洞。

会让我们白天无法逃避，夜晚深陷进去。

我们有些人，无法接受这样的现实，

也无法在他们离开后去肯定生命的价值，

让精神和身体都掉进了那个黑洞，

希望能在那里寻找到我们的故人。

而另一些人熬过来了，

所有的震惊、否认、恐惧、计较、贫瘠与空虚的疼痛，

以及那些没有应验的祈祷和无数个不眠之夜，

他们的呼吸被沉重的死寂所碾碎，

被那死寂背后所意味的一切碾碎，

但有些人还是熬过来了，

就像暴风雨后绽放的花朵。

慢慢地他们开始重拾记忆，

他们以另一种方式来记住他们失去的人。

那些欢笑，那些无法抑制的精神、那颗慷慨的心，

他们的微笑所带来的温情，

以及在他们自身的梦想破灭时，依然给予我们的鼓励。

于是，随着时间的流逝，那个巨大的黑洞被别的记忆填满。

那些唯独真正重要的记忆，

仍然会让我们哭泣，我们将永远哭泣。

但不是带着绝望的渴求，而是爱和真诚的反思，

于是我们熬了过去，

我们活了下来。

故事的结局本应如此，

亦是故去之人希望看见的样子。