灯

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凌晨两点

对面的窗户还亮着

好几天了

时差的折磨？

窗帘终于打开

仰头看看天上

又看看下面的院子

隔离难熬吧？

我也在看

羡慕划过的流星

哪怕只是瞬间的自在

或那些萤火虫

低贱却悠哉的日子

趴桌上写些什么

又捧着电脑关注什么

又打着电话

手不停地摆动... 

皆是天下烦躁人

何必心有灵犀？

无聊的乐趣

打发了无聊的时光

舒畅了些

终于解除了

门口看到那个身影

刚想上前

她却说：

-- 你在B楼七层吧？

-- 怎么知道？

-- 大半夜总亮着灯

     也不拉个窗帘哦

一阵尴尬

替代了莫名其妙的内疚

她的车

一溜烟开走了

灯 

也灭了...

Light

By Ken Fan 

2 in the morning,

The light is still on.

Several days now,

Jet lag must be awful. 

The curtain is finally lifted,

Looking up at the sky,

As well as the ground below.

Quarantine is hard.

I'm also looking up,

Admiring the shooting star,

Even for a fleeting moment of freedom, 

Or those fireflies with trifling but leisurely lives. 

Writing something at the desk,

Then staring at her laptop, 

While talking on the phone,

With hand waving up and down .... 

We're all in abandonment,

With a shared destiny. 

Boring acts help in these boring moments, 

And feel a bit better afterwards. 

Finally it's is over, 

Saw the familiar figure at the entrance. 

Before I attempt to approach, 

She says:

"You must've stayed on 7th floor in Building B?" 

"How do you know that?" 

"Your light was always on, 

And curtains were never down." 

A bit awkwardness replaces a strange uneasiness. 

Yet her cab takes off. 

The light, 

Is put out, too.