Love is like a siren at midnight

女孩问男孩：“你喜欢我喜欢到什么程度？”

少年想了想，用沉静的声音说：“半夜汽笛那个程度。”

少女默默地等待下文---里面肯定有什么故事。

“一次，半夜突然醒来。”他开始讲述，“确切时间不清楚，大约两三点吧，也就那个时间。什么时候并不重要，总之是夜深时分，我完完全全孤单一人，身边谁也没有。好吗，请你想象一下：四下漆黑一片，什么也看不见，什么也听不见，就连时钟声都听不见，也可能钟停了。我忽然觉得自己正被隔离开来，远离自己认识的人，远离自己熟悉的场所，远得无法置信。在这广大世界上不为任何人爱，不为任何人理解，不为任何人记起---我发现自己成了这样的存在。即使我就这么消失不见，也没有人察觉。那种心情，简直就像被塞进厚铁箱沉入深海底。由于气压的关系，心脏开始痛，痛得像要咔哧咔哧裂成两半。这滋味你可知道？”

少女点点头。想必她是知道的。

少年继续说道：“这大概是人活着的过程中所能体验到的最难以忍受的一种感觉。又伤心又难受，恨不得直接死掉算了。不不，不是这样，不是死掉算了，而是假如放在那里不管，就真的死掉了，因为铁箱里的空气越来越稀薄了。这可不是什么比喻，是真的。这也就是深夜里孤单单醒来的含义。这你也明白？”

少女再次默默点头。少年停了一会儿。

“不过当时听见很远很远的地方有汽笛声，非常非常遥远。到底什么地方有铁路呢？莫名其妙。总之就那么远。声音若有若无，但我知道那是火车的汽笛声，肯定是。黑暗中我竖耳细听，于是又一次听到了汽笛声。很快，我的心脏不再痛了，时针开始走动，铁箱朝海面慢慢浮升。而这都是因为那微弱的汽笛声的关系。汽笛声的确微弱，听见没听见都分不清，而我就像爱那汽笛一样爱你。”

The girl asked the boy, "how much do you like me?" The boy thought, say in a quiet voice, "the midnight whistle." The girl waits in silence -- there must be a story there. "once, I woke up in the middle of the night," he began, "I don't know exactly, about two or three o'clock, that's the time. It doesn't matter when. It's the middle of the night, and I'm completely alone, with no one. All right, imagine this: it's pitch black, you can't see anything, you can't hear anything, you can't even hear the clock, maybe it stopped. I suddenly felt like I was being cut off, from people I knew, from places I knew, unbelievably far away. To Be Loved by no one, to be understood by no one, to be remembered by no one -- I found myself in this world. Even if I just disappeared, no one would notice. It was like being stuffed into a steel box and sunk to the bottom of the ocean. Because of the air pressure, my heart started to hurt, and it felt like it was about to snap in half. Do you know what that's like?" The maiden nodded. I'm sure she knows. "this is probably the most unbearable feeling a person can experience in life," the boy continued. So Sad and so sad, I wish I could just die. No, no, it's not like that. It's not like I'm gonna die, but if I leave it there, I'm Gonna die, because the air in the tank is getting thinner and thinner. It's not a metaphor. It's true. That's what it means to wake up alone in the middle of the night. Do you understand that?" The maiden nodded silently again. The boy paused for a moment. "but then I heard a whistle far, far away, very far away. Where on Earth is there a railway? It doesn't make sense. Anyway, it's that far. There was no sound, but I knew it was the train whistle. It had to be. I listened hard in the dark, and heard the whistle again. Soon, my heart was no longer in pain, the hour hand began to move, and the iron box rose slowly toward the sea. And it's all because of that little whistle. The whistle is so faint that it's hard to tell if you hear it or not, and I love you as much as the whistle." 标题: 爱如半夜汽笛
作者: 村上春树
字数: 690
简介: 女孩问男孩：“你喜欢我喜欢到什么程度？”少年想了想，用沉静的声音说：“半夜汽笛那个程度。”少女默默地等待下文---里面肯定有什么故事。“一次