你说,什么是爱情?
十八岁时,
我以为爱情就是书信里说不完的情话,
电话里诉不完的相思;
说起未来,只有你和我。
二十七岁时,
我以为爱情就是你跟我说,结婚吧。
然后我们去领了证,生了孩子,
有了自己的家。
三十五岁时,
我觉得爱情就是电视里无聊的肥皂剧,
一个男人忽悠另一个女人,
或者反过来。
回望浮生,那个曾经让你牵肠挂肚甚至以身相许的人去了何处?说好要相濡以沫厮守终生的,怎么走着走着就散了?
那些曾经望穿秋水盼来的情书,
残留的不多,
只有一首情诗,
还躺在很久不翻的日记本里,
刻在心里。
所以,爱情,只是一场岁月里做过的春梦。
梦醒无痕。
我本想送你一个世界, 可我只有一方狭小的天空;
我本想送你一座高山,可我只有一把苍凉的泥土;
我本想送你一片绿洲,可我只有一株荒漠的翠绿;
我本想送你一簇玫瑰,可我只有一点心底的温柔;
我本想送你一汪大海,可我只有一滴眼角的晶莹;
我本想送你一生守候,可我只有一个离去的背影;
那我就把我的名字,写满你的天空;
那我就将你的影子,种进我的泥土,
再用生生不息的翠绿,装点你的人生,
那份温柔,成为你疲惫时的依靠,
那滴晶莹,成为闪烁在你窗前的明灯,
那个背影,蓦然回首时将你深情相拥。
I want to give you a world, but I only have a narrow sky.
I want to give you a mountain, but I only have a handful of bleak earth.
I want to give you an oasis, but I only have a little verdure in desert.
I want to give you a bunch of roses, but I only have a little gentleness deep in my heart.
I want to give you an ocean, but I only have a drop of tear in my eyes.
I want to promise you a life-long waiting, but I only have a view of back when leaving.
So I signed my name all over your sky.
and planted your shadow into my soil.
Then I used the endless green to decorate your life.
That gentleness will become a shoulder to lean on when you are tired.
That drop of tear will become the light shining in front of your window.
And that shadow will hold you tight when I turn back in a sudden.