英国病人，感人十亿人

My darling,

I'm waiting for you.How long is a day in the dark?Or a week?The fire is gone now and I'm horribly cold.

I really ought to drag myself outside,but then there'd be the sun.I'm afraid I waste the light on the paintings and on writing these words.

We die,we die,we die rich with lovers and tribes,tastes we have swallowed,bodies we have entered and swum up like rivers.Fears we've hidden in,like this wretched cave.I want all this marked on my body.

We're the real countries,not the boundaries drawn on maps,the name of powerful men.I know you'll come and carry me out into the palace of winds.That's all I've wanted,to walk in such a place with you,with friends.An Earth without maps.

The lamp is gone out,and I'm writing in the darkness.

——《英国病人 The English Patient 》