Thus have I had thee,as a dream doth flatter,
In sleep a king,but waking no such matter.
Such is my love,to thee I so belong,
That for thy right myself will bear all wrong.
Simple truth miscall'd simplicity,
Captive good attending captain ill;
Tir'd with all these,from these would I be gone,
Save that,to die,I leave my love alone.
For thou not farther than my thoughts canst move,
And I am still with them,and they with thee;
Or if they sleep,thy picture in my sight
Awakes my heart,to heart's and eyes' delight.
So true a fool is love,that in your will,
Though you do anything he thinks no ill.
In thy soul's thought,all naked,will bestow it;
Till whatever star that guides my moving
Points on me graciously with fair aspect
And puts apparel on my tatter'd loving,
To show me worthy of thy sweet respect:
Then may I dare to boast how I do love thee;
Till then not show my head where thou mayst prove me.
-你說我們像不像白夜行?
-恩?
-東野圭吾的《白夜行》啊,好像永遠都不能在陽光下在一起的樣子...
同樣是白夜的話,我覺得我們更像陀思妥耶夫斯基的《白夜》
——只是那個時候實在太幸福了,所以怎麽都說不出口。
