Sylvia

   秋天都要来了阳光还是很刺眼。

   拥挤的人群中我抬头微笑看你。

   突然觉得你是一张白纸，世界是一汪深不见底的湖。

   走在路上就把反复看过的电影对白念叨给你听，断断续续地。

--- Look， i know how you feel.

 --- no,you don't.

 --- i do.

 --- we  share in common a . i tried to, i tried to...

 --- how?

 --- uh,same as you,sleeping pills .i took too many.Everybody does,don't they?

 --- Sometimes i feel like i'm not ...solid.I'm hollow.

      There's nothing behind my eyes,I'm a negative of a person.

      It's as if i never ,i never thought anything.I never wrote ...anything,i never felt anything.

      All i want is blackness--blackness and silence.

--- Look,one thing i do know about death is..it's not a reunion or a homecoming.

    There's no.. your life doesn't flash before you and the missing piece of you clicks into place.

     It's just--there's just fuck all.There's nothing.

---So what  do you do when your life gets as bad as it can..and just keeps getting worse?

--- You just keep going.

   “是的，你总是不能看到你所持有的，你只能看见缺口，看见溃散。"

   电影里沉溺在情绪崩溃里的西尔维娅，于生的脆弱和对死的迷恋都不是她最迷人的地方。和休斯初见时一起泛舟剑桥河中高声朗诵诗歌和爱情幻灭后在小屋书桌前伏案写诗的镜头倒是能看出一些她生命中被逐渐磨灭的热爱和灵性。

    这多像你说的，不恋爱的时候要有致得多，与我共勉。

    而我多想和你好好说说话，但是周围一片嘈杂。