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Your name by Shinkai Makoto

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Mark’s success and many other students achievements are partly result from their social status.The people with wealth and power send their kids to top schools to get the best education and then pass the privilege to them then to the next generation,generation by generation!It is not fair.The tuition of Ivy League universities are too high for most families,even the middle class families!It’s like they built a wall to protect their castle inside which are not treasure but something much more valuable in this world today——the education resources.It is the most effective and fair way for people to climb the social ladder.Just as what the principle in the movie said”Harvard students believe that inventing a job is better than finding a job.”,the students in the famous universities usually have a much broader platform and more resources than the general universities.I can truly feel that through my own experience.The university in the city where I grow up and the RUC is so different that you can hardly call the former as a university!So,if you bring a bunch of students whose backgrounds are so powerful and who has already received years of high quality education since they are children to a great amount of resources ,changing the world is just a matter of time.

李琳 译

片尾清唱,第一句。

        About the hero.The film tends to make Mark Zuckerberg a intelligent strange guy with extremely low EQ .But please remember this is just a film.I was pretty angry at some people’s opinion that the film is quite real.It is NOT.Surely you can say that the movie is much more real compared to most Chinese films with great affectation and stagy acting.However,you can still see a lot of shooting techniques and tendentious narratives in it which can lead you to a specific opinion but the facts.(If you think it is already real enough then I recommend you watching SKAM or Silicon Valley.You will get shocked by the “reality” it creates on purpose.)Besides,if you have read a little about Mark Zuckberg you will not believe in the odd and smart character that is created to cater to the viewers’ taste.The real Mark seems more like a nice guy just like everyone else. Did you even realize it is a kind of stereotype that all the extremely intelligent people are a bit wired or cannot fit into the society like we ordinary people do?The reason that we do that maybe we can’t take the fact that there exist some people who can be so perfect that he/she does not have any flaw which we can find to comfort ourselves.
      Now let’s forget about the reality but just analyse the character in the film.There was one shot showing that Mark wore shorts in the cold winter and run on the ground covered with thick layers of snow wearing slippers.Now let me ask you a question:if you wear clothes that are considered abnormal in the public,what would you feel?Most people would feel ashamed and uncomfortable especially for young college students because they usually attach much importance to how they are viewed in peers’ eyes.Of course some may say that they do not care about what others think.But why would you think so?Why didn’t Mark care about that?Personally,I think it is because he is very smart and mostly because he is totally aware of that.That is why he has enough confidence to support himself to do the things that are not generally accepted.When someone asks why he is so wired others would say that it is because he is a genius so he is different.(See?Stereotypes!)Besides that kind of behavior is only acceptable when you are a genius but a mediocre.Our society seems to give the smart people a kind of privilege and special respect for their admirable intelligence.Just like what I heard in a art history class about Michelangelo.The interpreter(also a graduate student of art history) thought that it was totally fine for a talent like that to be socially inept and being peculiar or even annoying.

It is October now. Some gentle wind has breezed into Nanjing. The summer’s heat can still be felt. Wandering by the Xuanwu Lake, My heart is eased by the tender night, with its cool moonlight floating on the quiet lake. Burying myself in all of this, I am waiting for the train that will take me home. Do not know from when beginning, I became sensitive and eager to flee and this feeling is swelling in my heart day after day.

--------------------------------0907一刷-----------------------------

        Some special lines. ”You re gonna go through life thinking that girls don’t like you,because you are a nerd.I want you to know,from the bottom of my heart that won’t be true.It would because you are an asshole. ”
I carefully read their conversation twice and analysed them a little bit in my heart.I found that Mark’s thought are very confounding and his words are also quite complex so it was hard for the girl to understand what he is talking about and follow his pace.I can see that that the girl tried several times to be nice such as trying to start a new topic, shift his attention or end a relationship with some thoughtful expressions but it seems that Mark kept making things worse.The question is,whether Mark is an ASSHOLE.First,I found that the girl’s words are not so clear and easy to understand compared to what we usually hear in our daily life(though a lot more clear than Mark’s) so we cannot put all the blame on Mark.But what she said are mostly based on our social understanding which is totally different with Mark’s decoding words.Second,Mark seems to keep insulting the girl’s family and her educational level without purpose.If I draw a conclusion from my analysation I would say that it is because he is a nerd.However,as we keep watching we can notice that Mark’s EQ is definitely no as low as what we assumed it to be.He knew exactly how students want——check out their friend’s latest news conveniently.He knew how to manipulate his best friend.So is he a socially incapable nerd or an asshole?
The words of the jury counselor that“You are not an asshole Mark.You are just trying so hard to be.”are correlated with what his ex-girlfriend said.I think the emphasis lies in the latter sentence.①You are not even good enough to be an asshole.②you are trying to be someone you are actually not.(you can be a nice person if you want to be)According to the woman’s look on her face I think she said those words with no irony but sincerity.But would anyone try so hard just to be an asshole? In fact I think Mark didn’t intend to be an asshole but to revenge against his ex-girlfriend and friend through which he became a jerk.At the end of the movie Mark keeps refreshing the webpage,just trying to be a nice guy in a wrong way,again.

Now, the train is approaching slowly from Shanghai. In its short stay in Nanjing, I finally succeed shoving in the crowded compartment. Another unbearable night. Everywhere before my eyes are people’s heads. There seems no hope for a little movement. Living in this era, except for a peaceful world, nothing can be harder than access to a berth ticket that allows you to speed along the Beijing-Shanghai line. Carried by the stream of people, I could move only a little step at once. Someone’s arm is sticking closely on my chest, somewhere in the corner is sending out stinking fishy smell, and occasional quarreling and babies’ crying keep hovering beside my ears. It seems as if I was lost in a messy dream created by a poor sleeper. Finally reaching my seat, I am not a bit surprised that it has been already occupied by a stranger, a very common stranger, like anyone else in the train. “I am so sorry, but…” before I finish my words, he stands up at once, leaving with hands folding in his arms. I cast a short glance at the luggage rack overhead. The luggage is so terribly crushed together that I am sure another leaf would break the rack down. Holding my backpack, I sit down in no time. Surrounded by the annoying and endless noise, my mind drops into a complete blank. 

期待已久的作品,虽然看的不是很清楚,但是还是觉得非常的美。

Before I could settle down, the trainman begins to yell. No one knows or even pays a little attention to what he has said. As the door is closed, a deep boom penetrates the crowed throng. Trembling slightly as pulled by the locomotive, the train begins to move. Finally, I think. The train progressed rather slowly. The light outside is getting dimmer. The pitch-dark night is encroaching on each segment of the train. I put on my earphone, and familiar melody flows into my brain. Closing my eyes and adjusting my body in a comfortable condition, I try to seek for a moment of peace.

预告片害死人,让我对剧情有很多的误解。

The song is over, and the train has driven out of the city at a much higher speed. Regular sounds are made as wheels crash with railway joints. I open my eyes, which are instantly tortured by the glaring lamp, and close the mp3. As I look outside, a young girl’s face emerges on the window. I stare at her in the window for a little while, then, shoot my eyes onto her. She is still immersed in the outside world, without any knowledge of her intruding a stranger’s sight. Girls like this one can be seen everywhere. Only she, herself, is clear how life is entwined with joy and sorrow. She wears a long blackish-green dress, a black knitted shirt, a pair of black-rimmed glasses and waterfall-like hair pouring down behind. Around her fair neck, a delicate golden necklace is shimmering softly. She leans against the window, cuddling slightly, focusing her cold eyes on one certain place outside. Is there anything attractive of the monotonous night? Perhaps somewhere out is a good place to chew over one’s most inner heart. Others’ mental world is such a mystery for me, just like the endless night. For fear of embarrassment, I close eyes and turn on the music again, releasing my whole weight onto the chair.

片子只有一次在神庙前面的对换有点疑似bug其他情节都说的清楚。

The light outside comes and goes, so does each city along the journey. Unwittingly, Nanjing has been left behind. My mind is drifting casually amidst the stifling compartment as well as my unclear memory when I suddenly catch sight of a young boy sitting in front of me. Boys like this one can be seen everywhere, but each one has his own story. I cannot but watch him stealthily. He wears a green plaid shirt, a gray short-sleeve inside, and a pair of handsome jeans, with a black backpack before his chest. He sits still, completely soaking himself in the music, just like a wood carving. He probably has no idea that he has been reflected in a girl’s eyes for an instant, a brief but beautiful instant. Only after a little while, I have to reset my eyes somewhere else, for fear of eye contact with him.

千年一次的设定,编剧也是神奇的物种。这种科幻视野总是在新海诚的电影中灿烂的绽放。

Unaware how long I have been wedged here, my body does not ache at all. It is likely that the surroundings are more prone to be overlooked while one is caught in the past. All the present stuff flits away, leaving no meaningful impression. What a terrible night! Both the suffocating compartment and the grievous bygones keep stirring in my mind. I turn on the cell phone, only to find nothing new. It is twenty-two fifteen and there is still a long way to Zhengzhou. Counting how many hours left, I even feel the tedious journey cannot be withstood any more the next moment. Boredom is more likely to call up bad memories. Even now, it is still hard to believe today’s fiasco in the interview of my ideal university and the break-up call from ex-boyfriend several days ago. In the desperate pursuit for love and school attainment, my relentless pay turns out a monodrama with no audience. The painstaking effort has been recognized by no one else but only me. On the subway to the train station, tears kept flooding out of control, which might have been pitied by other passengers nearby. At thinking of this, the thread of thought is abruptly interrupted by a loud crying from a peddler. A woman in a uniform pushes an iron wheelbarrow, squeezing into the aisle, which stirs up a fit of complaint and movement. She keeps apologizing for the disturbance while yelling out her quite fluent lines. I am kind of amused by the sudden incident. As I turn around, my eyes happen to meet his. 

只是原著小说比较不能下咽。还是喜欢电影。

I wonder if anything in the wheelbarrow deserves a purchase. But nothing interests me after a careful search. I turn to the window again, unexpectedly to run across the girl’s eyes. In the short eye contact, which is a bit embarrassing, I say nothing, neither does the girl. Yet the one or two seconds just now seem to have already blossomed into a sweet fairy tale. Far away out of the train, the moon sheds her liquid light silently over the fields on both sides of the railway, the highway beyond the fields extends with the streaking train, and the warm yellow light guides the hurtling cars on the highway forward. It occurs to me that in high school, below the balcony of the dormitory, there was also a road like this one, lightened by the same mild light. For every lonely night, I have dreamt more than once of driving a car under the mysterious firmament with my loving girl beside, to explore the vanishing street, all the way to the deepest ending. Completely free as I am in the campus of university now, that night and that girl have never appeared. I come to end lost in the process of seeking and fail to get my bearings. Instead of being free, I would rather say I have been imprisoned by a larger cage and trapped by some invisible things. Even worse, those old pals that have been around could not be found anywhere. Does the girl in the window cherish the same experience as mine? Has she ever been forgotten by the world like me? Why cannot I see any hope sparkling in her eyes? I ask myself. The woman and her voice fade away with her wheelbarrow, leaving the train peaceful again. I cast a fleeting glance at her—she has fallen asleep, curling up in the corner. I take Kafka on the Shore out and read carefully, trying to be a consolation to myself in the undesirable situation.

中间好几段音乐,有些聒噪。但是最后的结尾的清唱尤其的感人。

I still cannot fall asleep after the fifth attempt. Once I close my eyes, the past images run though my mind to and fro, like a commonplace film played again and again. Another autumn, and it is late into the night, but why is the compartment made so chilly? I wrap myself up in my thin sweater, hugging myself more closely. Is there anyone who can ask to turn the air conditioner down? I guess it may not be that easy for the boy opposite to feel cold. That is really not bad. Somehow, I seem to be kind of uplifted by some firmness glistening in the boy’s eyes just during the short eye contact with him. But that might be another wishful thinking on my part. To think that my life gets so wretched that I should have to seek for solace from a stranger. If I confess all my feelings to him, I would be definitely considered as insane. But frankly speaking, I even refuse to remove my eyes from his face from now on, perhaps out of curiosity, or boredom, or both. Is there anything more interesting than appreciating a dull boy’s face on such a dreary night? I am now somewhat amused by my curiosity. As I am waiting for a proper time to strike up a conversation with him, a clear ring comes from my bag after a long silence. The registration system of Shandong University must have been opened. Cheer up, girl! Application for a good university can never be easy. 

最喜欢为了梦想奔跑的人,那个老奶奶,那个小姑娘,那一家人,都很喜欢。

The train stops at a small station. The yelling of the trainman rises again. This time I get his words. The middle-aged man announces with his typical dialect that we will stay here for half an hour. The passageway is jammed with passengers and a man sleeping beside me on the floor pillows my lap now and then. Lucky as I am to have a seat, it is not comfortable at all. I might as well get off to take a walk. Someone standing behind in the aisle moves over to my side and smiles his apology embarrassedly, “would you please have me get down my luggage.” I say yes and make way for him. Then he hurries off with his heavy bags after extending thanks. Now a patch of room is available for my backpack, which has been a big burden for me all the way. I put it onto the rack, noticing that the girl is smiling while talking on the phone, not a bit indifferent but a little more lovely. Making sure of the valuables with me, I leave from my seat. While passing though the aisle, I wonder if I should stay to hear what the girl is saying. Her words may be more inviting than an aimless walk. The door is not far, but it takes me rather long before getting there. Indeed, too many people are in my way, but for another, I am a little attracted by the girl’s talk. The noise is quite a torment for my ears, but one thing I can be sure of is that she is also a university student of my age and is preparing for a postgraduate school

所以心之所向,一往无前喽。

The station is a little shabby, and anyone else can hardly be seen except some passengers on the platform in twos and threes. It is deep night now. The air gets cooler as the train goes up north. I button my shirt to the top one to keep warm. Up in the sky, stars are unexpectedly studded here and there. I stroll near the door, stretch a little bit and light a cigarette. The incense of nicotine brings me a moment of peace as it permeates my lungs. Should I talk to the girl? Looking at her through the window, I ask myself. She is still talking on the phone. I think over and over while hesitating again and again, but fail to get an answer. The nearby passengers chat away with their unique dialect. The plate which indicates Shanghai to Zhengzhou is covered with a fine layer of dews. As I touch it with fingers, a fit of chill penetrates my whole body, giving my mind immediate refreshment. The girl in the window has put down the phone and is looking around carelessly while yawning and stretching. Maybe she is also suffering from the night, isn’t she? Maybe she is eager for a relaxing talk to pass the time. Well, why not initiate the conversation with this question—are you applying for a postgraduate school? Thinking of this, I am a little bit relieved as if something tangled in my brain is untied all at once. It appears that complying with the inner sound of one’s heart is really a pleasant thing.

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Hanging up the phone, I am reassured by the encouraging words from the other side of the phone and my anxious nerve calms down to some degree. It is eleven fifty-five, only several minutes left before the ending of the terrible day. Out of the window, the sight has stopped some time again. So many stopovers, what is the distinctive point of the “express” train? If only the train could hurtle all the way to Zhengzhou. After turning back, the boy opposite has changed to another person. Where is he? Has he arrived and got off? Aware that he has gone never to appear again, I feel some loss somehow. Honestly speaking, I really wish to have someone like him with such firm eyes to travel along, even if there is only now-and-then wordless eye contact between us. I pretend to do some stretch to broaden my horizon and hope to catch his figure somewhere by good luck, but he seems to have left forever. Apparently, the beautiful word “luck” never applies to me. I give a silent sigh, and press myself again onto the window. Turning on the phone and sliding my thumb aimlessly on the screen, I find nothing useful to read. Social software always loses its appeal when the one using it is idling away his time. If only East China Normal University had given me the offer. Then the cold and unbearable night, what of it? Feeling gently the necklace that has been with me for three years, I close my eyes slowly. Nearly unconsciously dropping into another world, I feel a slight movement beside me. Slitting my eyes sideways, I am instantly exhilarated. It’s him! 

记得言叶之庭也是出自万叶集,这次的你的名字,其实也是出自万叶集。只是还没找到原文,因为电影中的是日文。
但是黄昏的词源,他是谁:tasogare-doki或者tasokare或者karetaso-doki或者kawatare,确定是一种迷离的境遇。
就像宫水一叶说的:“梦在醒来就会忘记,当你做梦的时候,一定要珍惜。”

After quite a few passengers getting off to have some relaxation, the compartment looks spacious now. I return on the train, only to find my seat have been occupied by some other one. Instead of a polite claim, I would rather he sat there for the present, or even all the way to the destination. Since the seat beside the girl is vacant, now I am justified to sit with her. But faced with such a good chance, I fall into unnormal timidity. What is my real intention? I have been accustomed to loneliness, which has been clearly written in my diary, haven’t I? Would this brusque start of talk back the girl? I am not given too much time to hesitate before being pushed more inside to the girl’s place by the ones behind. Finally I make up my mind to sit down. Much to my surprise, I catch a bit of delighted amazement gleaming in her eyes.

话说Miyamizu是宫水,是姓,Mitsuha是三叶,是名字、中文的话就是宫水三叶,因为确是Mitsuha Miyamizu,有意思。
一叶,二叶去世了,三叶,四叶倒也是挺好的。
”即使文字丢失了,传统也应当传承下去。“这也是一叶说的话。

“Are you preparing for the entrance exam for a postgraduate school?”

Musubi这个设定也显得比较有文化,就是山神或者土地呗。
到最后纺织是结,联系是结,时间的流动也是结。日本人真的是好学的人。

“No, but a postgraduate recommendation.”

最后我太喜欢最后的歌了,由于日本一窍不通,还是看英文的找感觉吧。
Just a bit more, a little bit more
would you...
Just a bit more, a little bit more
Let's stick together

“A postgraduate recommendation?”

We are time-flyer, we are time-climber
don't wanna be lost in its hide and seek
I won't let you go, won't never let it go
My hand finally overtook you
You're a loud cryer wish I could stop ya
But when i saw your tears, I knew I was refused
You cry when you're happy
You laugh when you're sad
Because your heart overtook you
The wind that passed between us where did it bring the sorrow from
The sky we looked up crying was kind of awfully clear
Usually hash words of my father felt somehow warm today
Not knowing how to be kind or smile or talk about dreams
I had to imitate you all

“Yep, I am applying for a postgraduate school.”

========English Version=======================

“Your schoolwork must be very good.”

The wind that passed between us where did it bring the sorrow from

“I’m placed second in our school.”

The sky we looked up crying was kind of awfully clear

This two sentences is performed unaccompanied almost the end of the movie

The train is started again. The owner of the seat comes back, and I return to mine. What a pragmatic girl! The pragmatic dialogue, the pragmatic smile, perhaps her life is also pragmatic. Otherwise how can she be one of the top students all through her college years. To be pragmatic, isn’t that exactly what I am short of? Our conversation is on and off, so is our eye contact. But my thirst for the leisurely communication has never ceased. I begin to be infatuated with her voice, her serious expression as well as her heart-melting laugh. Outside, the highway cannot be seen any more, and the moon hides behind the black clouds. Unknowingly, it begins to drizzle. Sitting here shrouded by the curtain of night, I am thinking over for another topic. Which kind of synthesizer do you think is more appropriate for the stage keyboard, Roland’s, or KORG’s? Ah, how silly to talk like this!

—————–0907–1th view ——————

“And you? Are you a college student as well?”

I looked forward the movie for a long time. The version i watched is not much clear but still feel the beauty that flowing in the scene.

“Yep, in Ningbo University, majoring in Mechanical Engineering.”

I should not trust the trailer anymore, they will misdirect the understanding of the things really happened.

“Mechanical Engineering? It sounds really difficult. There must be numerous formulas and a strict standard for math.” 

I only find one bug before the temple, other plot is quite reasonable.

“Absolutely right. And what’s your major?”

I am very impressed by the setting of 1.2 thousand years a time, this kind of sci-fi vision can always blossom in his movies.

“English.”

But i felt much difficulty to read the corresponding novels, movies is my type.

“Reading and writing and reciting, you must have a lot to do every day.”

The musics in the middle also not my type but the unaccompanied song at end is quite touching.

“Of course, but I love English, so it’s not that painful.”

I like those who running after dreams, the grandma, the little, the whole women family, i like them all.

“Then what’s your direction for your master’s degree?”

So towards the direction of heart, just wave ahead boldly.

“Translation.”

—————–0908–2th view ——————

He nods silently, as if lost in a deep meditation, wondering what kind of research translation is on earth.

I believe that The Garden of Words is also come from Man yoshu, so this Your Name is actually also come form that book. I do not have the copy and the scene is in Japanese so i do not find the original source.

It is spitting outside. The rain must be cool even in October. Imagining being tapped by the chilly sprinkles out there, I feel even colder. Isn’t the trainman in short sleeves cold at all? If he is selfish enough to say, “Hey, I’m so cold that I’m going to turn down the air conditioner.” Perhaps none would complain. Most passengers have fallen asleep in all kinds of postures, wrapping themselves with whatever can be used—coats, blankets, or even newspapers, which may look strange, but so warm. I now regret extremely having not followed mother’s words, having thought only a couple of days in Shanghai has no need of too much clothes. The boy must also feel cold now, his sleeves pulled down and his shirt buttoned to the top one. I am so silly to hope to be offered his shirt by him.

But the original words of dusk is who is this called: tasogare-doki or tasokare or karetaso or kawatare, is some kind of misted circumstance for sure.

“That I came to Shanghai this time is for the interview of East China Normal University, the result of which was thought absolutely all right…” the girl casts a glance at me, breaking the silence as if to avoid the wordless embarrassment between us. She shakes her head and frowns slightly, as if knocked badly by something afflicting.

Just as grandma said: “Treasure the experience very much, Dreams fade away after you wake up”

“Haven’t you been admitted?”

 

“No, and I don’t know how it came about. I might have been too nervous then and haven’t answered the questions well”

Its very interesting that the girl’s family name is Miyamizu and her given name is Mitsuha, so her English name is Mitsuha Miyamizu, but her Japanese name is 宫水 三叶 just like Chinese name, the family name is in front of the given name .

“Is there any other chance left?”

What is tradition i think the grandma give us a very perfect answer:”Even if words are lost tradition should be handed down.”

“Once I arrive tomorrow morning, my parents will be waiting there. We will hurry to Jinan in the afternoon for the interview of Shandong University the next day.”

 

“Is Shandong University within your grasp?”

I also feel impressed by the Musubi, you can fine many corresponding things in Chinese culture like Land Deity and Mountain Deity. But at last, tying thread is Musubi, Connecting people is Musubi, The flow of time is Musubi. The Japanese are really good at learning.

“I’m not that confident now, but compared with East China Normal University, this school is not that challenging.”

 

The girl pauses a little while and continues, “haven’t you noticed my red and swollen eyes?”

At last the song’s lyric, cause i do not speak Japanese so chase the feeling in this English format:

I approach closer to her, look into her eyes and then check my watch. It is one o’clock already. 

Just a bit more, a little bit more

“Because of staying up late?”

would you…

The girl smiles, “partly out of this, but more because I have cried all the way since departing from Shanghai.”     

Just a bit more, a little bit more

“Cried all the way?” I am a little confused.

Let’s stick together

“On the subway to the station, tears were running out of control.”

 

“It’s no small blow to you.”

We are time-flyer, we are time-climber

Hearing his words, I become uncertain now. East China Normal University is my ideal school, but there is no need to be so heart-renting, for I am clear that this school is not the final choice.

don’t wanna be lost in its hide and seek

“Maybe. Something that you feel sure to obtain suddenly disappears. The disappointment is not that simple as that brought about by the rejection of an ideal school. It seems like that something you have been accustomed to leaves you unexpectedly, making you helpless, or even at a loss.”

I won’t let you go, won’t never let it go

“Um… I have had this feeling before, or have been experiencing it all the time. But, it’s not a big deal. Just seize your opportunity at present.”

My hand finally overtook you

The girl shakes her head slightly, as if forced to accept something unacceptable. With her chin in one hand, she puts another on the table. We stop saying anything and gaze at each other. Now I can feel that the distance between us is being shortened.

You’re a loud cryer wish I could stop ya

“I have made a great effort for East China Normal University, which was thought to ensure my admission. However, everything turns out a reverie.”

But when i saw your tears, I knew I was refused

“Life cannot be anticipated. Most of the time, things will not go as expected. You have to learn to get used to that.”

You cry when you’re happy

He comments in a moderate manner. At some point, something muffled in the heart seems to vanish in a flash, which makes me even wonder what is the point of my anguish just now. However, I don’t want to tell him “I feel much better as you tell me this.” I hope to hear more comforting words from him as well as his tone of steadiness and power. As chatting with him, I am given more chances to appreciate his assuring eyes. However, am I a little greedy and mean to think like this? But luckily, he might be unaware. Besides, is there anything wrong with the requirement for some outside consolation? Then go ahead, Li Lin. Be brave to pour out all your misfortunes to him. At thinking of this, I feel much more relieved and delighted. Perhaps the most pleasant thing in the world is to follow one’s heart.

You laugh when you’re sad

The girl is silent again, as if thinking to herself how she can learn to get accustomed to all those undesirable experiences. The water bought in Nanjing has already run out. In fact, it was a long sleep that was expected before the journey, not such a condition. Where is the peddling woman at the very moment when I am thirsty?

Because your heart overtook you

“The woman frequented her figure when not needed, but disappears for good and all when I am thirsty for a bottle of water.” I tease myself.

The wind that passed between us where did it bring the sorrow from

“Are you thirsty?”

The sky we looked up crying was kind of awfully clear

“A little bit.”

Usually hash words of my father felt somehow warm today

The girl takes out an orange cup, “Why not go getting some water? I am also a little thirsty.”

Not knowing how to be kind or smile or talk about dreams

I take over the cup with hesitation. To use a stranger’s cup, that is really uncomfortable for me. However, it seems all right to the girl. Then how come there are so many misgivings on my part? Just some help from a stranger, just a bit of drink. I must worry too much.

I had to imitate you all

The water service is set at the connection between two compartments, which is a little far from my place. Just like tramping over hill and dale, I have to squeeze myself into and out of the crowd another time. The passage is cluttered with deep-sleeping people. Beside each seat is leaning a poor drowsy passenger who has not got a seat. I take each step carefully for fear of treading on a body or stirring up someone’s dream. Closing the water service, I suddenly notice something creeping on the floor. I stop to check. It turns out a lobster. Nearby is a broken bag, from which might someone’s delicacy slip out. I wake up the bag’s owner, a middle-aged man with sparse hair in a striping short-sleeve, in the pocket of which is a packet of Hongta. What I see is an absolute middle-aged man, even to say a representative of his age. Seeing his creeping lobsters, he seems to suddenly emerge from his dream and catches each of them one by one into the bag. Adroitly tying the bag, he extends his thanks and returns to his dream. Back to my seat, she is not seen anywhere. The water is a little hot. I only take several sips before waiting against the seat back. 

 

At three o’clock, she returns to my opposite.

—————–0930–3th view ——————

Seeing her, I give a courteous smile, and she responds the same way.

I will leave the marvel stuff just in the film itself.

“The water is a little hot. Wait for a little while.” the boy says considerately enough.

And best wishes to bro Makoto, wish you can make as many movies as you want.

“All right. Just leave it there.” 

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Suddenly, something occurs to me, something that I want him to know. No. Actually, I am ready to tell him anything that comes into my mind now.

“In fact, my original seat is beside yours.”

“So, why are you sitting opposite to me?”

牛竞技,“Because your side is contrary to the train’s travelling direction.”

“Contrary to the travelling direction. So what?”

“I would feel carsick.”

He bursts into a fit of laugh. Is there any laughing matter? However, since he has been glum all the way, to amuse him is also a pleasant thing for me. It is so unnatural of me to begin to please a stranger consciously or unconsciously. If my awkward situation can cheer him up, I will share with him generously. Moreover, since I was so honest, would he have doubt that I am actually regretting not sitting with him?

“So interesting?”

“Nothing. Just too many differences between people. I know someone who can’t go along with the traveling direction, but with little knowledge of those who can’t go against the traveling direction.”

To be honest, I have no idea what I am laughing about, just amused by her lovely frankness.

She gives a demure smile and doesn’t say more words. Her eyes are fixed back on the outside, with her figures stroking the necklace around her fair neck 

I notice the English word engraved on the pendant of her necklace. The letters are designed in a fine, round hand, but too little to make out.

“What does your necklace say?”

The girl looks down and up again, “isn’t it clear?”

“Not very much. Love?” I choose one word based on my only idea about girls’ necklace.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                

“No, seven letters in all.”

Looking more closely, I still fail to recognize it, so I shake my head.

“Forever.” the girl utters a word in very standard American English.

“Forever?”

“Forever.”

Now it seems really the seven letters after a second look.

“Is it that difficult to recognize the word? I can’t figure it out why everyone fails to make it out the first time they see it. Besides, each inquiry doesn’t seem to be careless.”

“Why do you prefer the word ‘forever’?”

A delicate smile creeps on her face, and her talking speed is not that hurried any more. She answers gently, “don’t you think ‘forever’ is so beautiful a word?” 

“Exactly,” I blurt out without any thinking.   

“But it has never worked on me.”

“In what way, love?”

The girl takes a deep breath, and then typically shakes her head, as if some bad memory is called up.

“Not long ago, I received the break-up call from my boyfriend.”

The boy listens to me carefully without a blink of eyes, as if attending an English grammar class with full attention.

“We had been together for a long time and I had already taken him as my lifelong partner.”

My heart has just been brightened when the recalling brings me back into the abyss of sorrow. Whatever situation I am in or will be in, those sharp recollections will make me relive the bitterness whenever they come into my mind. I try to calm down and come clean about myself as if telling other ones’ story.

“We had planned everything—where we would settle down our home, what we would do, and even for what we would quarrel with each other the first time. I had let him know whatever I can think of. To be at his side, just waiting for our next life period, I felt I was the happiest woman in the world. Life for me seemed free from worry forever and filled with laughter for no reason. But what I had never expected was that he was such an irresponsible man.”   

The girl’s eyes drift outside again and silently shake her head the second time. This time, I could feel her tears could run down at any minute.

“My French class had just been over when he called. I was so happy to see his name glimmering on the screen, thinking he must miss me. How silly I was! As soon as he began to speak, I came to realize something was wrong with him. Once he finished, I fell into an absolute daze as for what had happened on earth, but one thing I was clear was that we were done.”

I am at a loss as to how to comment and comfort her. Although her heart is distant from mine, I could tell truthfully from her tone that she is overwhelmed with desperate sorrow.

“He must have had a heart of stone, just analyzing sensibly the present situation, leaving no chance to me to express my opinion. It seemed I was informed by my dear boyfriend of a piece of bad news. I had no idea how long I had been standing there. People came and went. I was lost in a droning blank, with all the sense stripped off me. But strangely, I was totally unconscious of any pain, as if the soul had left my body. I don’t know how long had passed before the flood of sorrow swept over me. I even forgot how to breathe, how to cry and how to sense. I can’t remember how I had got over those days, but there was one thing I got clear from then on.”

The girl suddenly stopped and looked back at me.

“What thing?”

“I can’t hold my drink.”

I am confounded at first, then smiles kindly, “yet not a bad thing. Still suffering?”

For a moment the girl stares blankly, “suffering…, but in a different way. My resentment at his leaving has been diluted by time, except that an occasional thought of the past would plunge me into a momentary sadness. After all, too much has been devoted on my part in our relationship.”

The girl’s eyes are blurring somewhere above my shoulder. Perhaps she is sleepy or exhausted after the utmost sincerity of her history. Or she just spreads what is on her heart on the eyes-focus and savors it alone.

“Sleep for a while. You might not be used to staying up.”

The girl rubs her eyes and looks me over again, “you might not, either.”

“Me? I’m Ok. Anyhow I have never intended to sleep. Even having successfully fallen asleep, I would have a very hard time.”

“Your eyes are bloodshot and glazed.”

“It is a tough journey on the train after all.”

I take a drink of water, the temperature of which is just right. I am quite sober now. But the redness in his eyes indicates his lack of sleep. It might be true that I was sleepy just now, but at this moment the casual conversation with him offers me inexplicable sureness and impulse, dispelling all the sleepiness. The raining city might have been left behind, and the moon begins to shed its limpid light generously, keeping the train company in the lonely night.

“Well, sleep for a while.”

The boy nods his head and closes his eyes. I turn on the phone, a new message lingering on the screen, which informs me that my friend has helped me sign up for the interview of Shandong University. Alas! Some mixed feelings are pent up in my heart. I try to seize another opportunity, but with great regret at the same time. Almost everyone has fallen into sleep. The trainman in a short-sleeve, the embarrassed peddling woman, what are they thinking about, and what is the shape of their inner feelings? Having finished the assignment and staying alone, would they be afraid to face up the daylight memory? My dry eyes struggle to make out the time on the watch—ten to four. How time flies. Maybe, I think, I have been enjoying every minute spent with him. 

The train is speeding through everyone’s dream, while each one carrying his dream is hurtling toward the upcoming dawn.  

I wake up slowly. Because of the awkward sleeping position, the whole body feels uncomfortable, just like an old rusty machine. The train stops at one regulating station. Outside are the criss-cross rails and the flickering signal lights. The morning dawns fresh and bright as soon as the first ray of sunlight pierces through the rolling dark clouds. The girl’s face appears clearer bathed in such crystal light, and the necklace glints against the beams as her chest heaves up and down. She is still deep in sleep. I cannot help watching her closely. She has a delicate face as well as a slim figure, her collarbone protruding distinctively. It isn’t six o’clock yet, and our shared time has been only several hours till now, which, however, has become part of my precious ethereal memory. Somehow I hope to embrace her. At the thought of the parting in one hour, I feel a surge of pity. If only the train could travel all the way where life ends.

Under such circumstances, I should have succeeded falling asleep. I subconsciously glance at the watch—six twenty. There is still less than an hour before reaching the destination. The sky is still overcast, even in the early morning. Every now and then a train screams past from the opposite direction. All the passengers seem to have the same internal lock. Once the clock rings, everyone stops to sleep. And once it rings again, everyone begins to open their eyes to chat, joke and laugh. I look around as the self emerges again from the deep unconscious, only to catch him staring at me. Almost by reflex, I smile with corners of my mouth upward.

“You wake?”

The girl stretches herself, “hum, not a sound sleep, too many dreams.”

“Light sleep engenders more dreams.”

“And you? How about your sleep?”

“Not very satisfying. For the present, a hot bath and an uninterrupted sleep on my soft bed are most wanted.”

“I do envy you. You just go back home, while I have to rush to Jinan this afternoon.”

“Go straight home?” the girl continues.

“First of all, I will find a place to have breakfast. My stomach has been empty for the whole night.” I smile. 

The sun has just come out before hiding behind the domineering dark clouds again. I have no idea how to say goodbye to the girl, or how to continue our conversation not to say goodbye. 

“Are you hungry?” I look forward to a positive answer somewhat.

“A little bit. Energy tends to run out much more easily in such a cold environment. I’m still a little cold. Why is the temperature regulated at such a low level?”

The boy just gives me a casual answer, as if his attention has been distracted by something else instead of the air conditioner stuff. What is in her brain right now? Why hasn’t he invited me to share with him the time after getting off? 

“Have breakfast together?” I finally extend a brave invitation.

The girl smiles, with faint shyness on her cheeks.

“Ok.”

She answers briskly, but I am not that sure and begin to waver at the moment. That is exactly the answer I hope for, but seemingly I have not been fully ready for such a happy ending. In the midst of annoying babbling voices, a boy and a girl just chat away about some casual topics, passing the time together before the train reaches its terminal station.

My heart is brimming with ecstasy of longings, as if a weight was lifted off my mind at last. At least, we do not have to say goodbye at the railway station, which is so satisfying for me even if it is nothing but an ordinary breakfast.

As the train pulls into the station slowly, all the passengers begin to move. Here is the destination, and the train has completed its mission.

Carrying my baggage, I am pushed forward automatically by the people behind. Once stepping onto the earth of Zhengzhou, I cannot help shivering a little attacked by the dry and chilly air. Over-shadowed under the gloomy sky, the whole city of Zhengzhou appears dismal and dreary. Delighted, I make my way slowly, looking around for your figure.

Carrying my bag on the back, I hide myself as well as my complex feelings among the crowd. Seeing you off farther and farther, I remain where I am, hesitating to catch up with you. 

Where are you? Why haven’t you showed up from the many strange faces? I get a little anxious now.

I keep standing there before your slim figure is completely out of sight, as if my body had been frozen by the penetrating cold air. 

I take hold of my baggage and walk faster. A burst of loss sweeps over my mind. But you must know that even a bit more time will do no favor.

The backpack feels extraordinarily heavy, slowing down my pace. You might be still looking for me, or you might have understood me, but please forgive and forget a stranger and his flee.

Far away, the bell sings out the hour of seven. Pigeons are hovering above the square against the cloudy sky.

Heading eastward from the station exit, I look back for the last time. Sharing the cold and lonely world, you might have never thought to embrace me.

You may know that, nothing can be forever in the world.

Heading westward from the station exit, I dare not look back. You might have vanished into the sea of people. In the pale and grey October, how I wish to embrace you. 

But I am not brave enough, to promise you “forever”. 

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