The commemoration of April
(Male) Twenty years old, I climbed out of the swamp of youth, like a bruised lyre, dumb in the theme of wandering, and you came.
(Female) I walk towards you.
Eyes as bright as hyacinthus orientalis.
(Female) You said you liked my eyes.
(Male) Wipe my naked loneliness.
(Female) Lonely, why are you always lonely?
Really?
(Female) Really?
(Male) First time
(Female) First time?
(Male) Holding the warm sun.
(female) warmth
(Male) Gently
(Female) Gently
(Man) touched me.
Did (female) touch you?
(Male) So, the past will never freeze again.
No more cold wishes.
(Male) I picked up my song.
(Woman) Pick up your song.
(Male) Holding a string of disappointed notes.
(Female) Holding a string of disappointed notes.
Walking into a spring evening.
(Female) A dusk, a dusk without wrinkles.
(Male) There are also stations that no longer stand at dusk.
(Female) Never stand up again, never stand up again.
(Male) On that night in April, there were no stars and no moon.
There are no stars and no moon. It was an ordinary night.
(Male) I traded my experience in the swamp for your past story.
(Female) No one can forget that the swamp is so muddy and the story is so sad.
(Male) At this time, you are wet in my retina.
(female) I turned over a book of poems on my knee, which is Whitman's.
I see, you are a pure white bird.
(female) I was thinking, what are you thinking?
(male) I know that the beautiful cage has imprisoned you and nurtured your continuous loneliness and beautiful silence.
(Female) Yes, it imprisoned me and raised me.
(M) I know, you didn't expect to suddenly start flying for the first time one morning, and it happened to rain.
(Woman) Yes, it rained the first time it was shown.
(Male) I know, the rain wet feathers, heavy wings, but also sad your heart.
Woman: Yes, the rain broke my heart.
(Male) Didn't find it?
Are you looking at me?
My hot and humid pulse aroused an unspeakable impulse.
(female) I really want to lift my eyes and look at you.
(Male) But you didn't look up.
(Woman) I didn't look up. I am still looking through Whitman's poems.
Man: Yes, I know I'm not a rock or a dam.
(Female) Not a rock, not a dam.
(Male) is not a solid tree to rely on.
(Female) is not a solid tree either.
But, if you like,
You said if I wanted to
(male) I will, I will bravely use my not broad shoulders,
And a loyal heart cultivated on the plateau, supporting a sky that will never be wronged for you.
(female) You say, if I want to.
Yes, if you like.
If you (I) are willing