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自这世间绝对温柔也绝对锋利的伤害
若说秋来 没有人能比我更加明白
总有些疏林会将叶落尽
总有些梦想要从此埋没 总有些生命
坚持要独自在暗影里变化着色彩与肌理
我会记得你的警告
从此严守那观望与想象的距离
永不再进入 事件的深处
不沾忧愁的河水 不摘悔恨的果实
当月光再次铺满你离去时的山径
不知道你愿不愿意相信
但是我确实已经痊愈 已经学会
不再替真相辩解任由它湮灭一如落叶
并且不断删节 那些多余的心事
（多余的徒然在前路上刺人肌肤的枯枝）
在秋来之后的岁月里 我
几乎可以 被错认是
一个无可救药的乐观女子
1987年11月8日
In the Wake of Autumn
– History is but the record of one accident after another; poetry is an act of love to compensate for this lack.
Hsi Muren
When moonlight once again paves the mountain trail from where you come
I hope you can believe that
I have already recovered from the will to escape
From the edge of hiding myself under a pseudonym and other similar desires
From a heart of panic from a fate of begging
From a plot that remains incoherent after a hundred alterations.
From a hurt that is both absolutely tender and absolutely sharp
When speaking of the wake of autumn
no one can know better than I.
There are always a few spare woods to shed their leaves.
Always some dreams to be buried always some individuals
Insisting on varying the colors and textures under the shadow of darkness.
I remember your warnings
And now observe strictly the distance between hoping and imaging.
Never again will I involve the depth of events
Not to drench in the river of sorrows
nor to pick fruits of regrets
When moonlight once again paves the mountain trail from where you depart.
I don’t know if you are willing to believe
Yet I have truly recovered having learned
Not to argue for Truth, just letting it fade away like the falling of leaves
And endlessly edit out those excess worries
(Those excesses are but the withered twigs serving only to prick one’s skins).
On the days in the wake of autumn I
Can almost be mistaken for
A hopelessly optimistic woman.
（Chang Shu-Li 译）
