妈妈,您还好吗?在那个世界还会有人像我这样爱您吗?也许吧,也许会有比我更听话的女儿每天照顾您,也许您在过着幸福的生活。 Mom, are you ok? Will someone in that world love you as much as I do? Maybe, maybe there will be a more obedient daughter to take care of you every day, maybe you are living a happy life. 可是妈妈,我会想您,在每一个静静的深夜,在每一条孤独的小路,在每一个寂寞的窗前。我会轻轻的抽泣,一下一下,触碰着我的心,很痛。我想,之所以会难过,是因为太想念,是因为离别的伤口真的太深,早已刻下了无法抹去的痛。 But mom, I will miss you, in every quiet night, in every lonely path, in every lonely window. I will sob gently, once, touch my heart, very painful. I think the reason why I feel sad is that I miss you so much, because the wound of parting is really too deep, and the pain that can't be erased has already been engraved. 妈妈,您走的时候,我不知道哭了多久。可是,您再也看不见了,您再也不会来安慰我了,再也不会把您温暖的肩膀借给我了。再也不会了!真的,我不知道除了哭还能做什么。我像个傻瓜一样,哭到再也没有力气,我静静的倒下了。醒来时,我多么希望那是个噩梦!我找啊,喊啊,您再也没回应我,我才明白,这确是个噩梦——真实的噩梦。 |