Author: Liu Qing
M: At the age of 22, I climbed out of the swamp of youth, like a bruised lyre, and I was silent on the theme of wandering. Here you are.
Woman: I walk towards you.
Have a pair of eyes as bright as bellflower.
W: You said you liked my eyes.
Man: Rub my naked loneliness.
Woman: Loneliness, why are you always lonely?
Really?
Woman: Really?
M: The first time.
Woman: Is this the first time?
Man: The fingers of the sun are warm and fluffy.
Woman: Warm and fluffy.
Gently.
Woman: Gently.
Man: You touched me.
Woman: Did I touch you?
So it won't freeze again in the past.
Woman: I don't want to freeze.
Man: I picked up my song.
Woman: Pick up your song.
M: I picked up a string of disappointed notes.
Woman: Hold up a string of failed notes.
Walking into a spring evening.
Woman: A dusk, a dusk without wrinkles.
Man: And the station that never stood me up at dusk.
Woman: Never stand up again, never stand up again.
Man: On that night in April, there were no stars and no moon.
There are no stars and no moon. It was an ordinary night.
Man: I traded my experience in the swamp for your past story.
Woman: No one can forget. The swamp is so muddy and the story is so sad.
M: At this time, you are wet in my retina.
W: I turned over a book of poems on my knee. It's Whitman's.
Man: I see you are a white bird.
I want to know what you are thinking.
M: I know that the beautiful cage has imprisoned you and nurtured your continuous loneliness and beautiful silence.
Woman: Yes, it imprisoned me and raised me.
M: I know that I didn't expect my first flight to be suddenly in the morning, and it happened to rain.
W: Yes, it rained the first time we flew.
Man: I know the rain has wet feathers, heavy wings and broken your heart.
Woman: Yes, the rain broke my heart.
M: You didn't find it, did you?
Woman: Are you looking at me?
M: I have an unspeakable impulse rising on my warm pulse.
Woman: I really want to lift my eyes and look at you.
Man: But you didn't look up.
Woman: I didn't look up. I'm still looking through Whitman's poems.
Man: Yes, I know I'm not a rock or a dam.
Woman: Not a stone, not a dam.
There is no solid tree to rely on.
Woman: It's not a solid tree either.
M: But if you like.
You said if I wanted to
M: I will. I will use my brave shoulders and a loyal heart working on the plateau to hold up a sky that will never be wronged for you.
You said if I wanted to.
Yes, if you like,
If you (I) like.