MIssCacts

I looked and looked at her,
and I knew,
as clearly as I know that I will die,
that I loved her more than anything
I had ever seen or imagined on earth.
She was only the dead-leaf echo of the nymphet from long ago
but I loved her,
this Lolita,
pale and polluted and big with another man's child.
She could fade and wither I didn't care.
I would still go mad with tenderness at the mere sight of her face.

我望着她，望完又望。
一生一世，全心全意。
我最爱的就是她，
可以肯定，
就像自己必死一样肯定。
昔日的如花妖女，
现在只剩下枯叶回乡，
苍白，混俗，臃肿，
腹中的骨肉是别人的，
但我爱她。
她可以褪色，
可以萎谢，
怎样都可以，
但我只看她一眼，
万般柔情，
涌上心头。