一见钟情(组图)

Love at First Sight     They're both convinced      that a sudden passion joined them.     Such certainty is beautiful,     but uncertainty is more beautiful still     一见钟情     两人都相信     是一股突发的热情让他俩交会。     这样的笃定是美丽的，
但变化无常更是美丽。

Since they'd never met before, they're sure
that there'd been nothing between them.     But what's the word from the streets, staircases, hallways—     perhaps they've passed each other a million times?     既然从未见过面，所以他们确定     彼此并无任何瓜葛。     但是听听自街道、楼梯、走廊传出的话语——
他俩或许擦肩而过一百万次了吧？

I want to ask them if they don't remember— a moment face to face in some revolving door? perhaps a "sorry" muttered in a crowd? a curt "wrong number" caught in the receiver? 我想问他们 是否记不得了—— 在旋转门 面对面那一刻？ 或者在人群中喃喃说出的「对不起」？
或者在听筒截获的唐突的「打错了」？

but I know the answer.
No, they don't remember 然而我早知他们的答案。
是的，他们记不得了。


They'd be amazed to hear
that Chance has been toying with them     now for years.     Not quite ready yet     to become their Destiny,     it pushed them close, drove them apart,     it barred their path,     stifling a laugh,     and then leaped aside. 　他们会感到诧异，倘若得知     缘分已玩弄他们     多年。     尚未完全做好     成为他们命运的准备，     缘分将他们推近，驱离，     憋住笑声     阻挡他们的去路，     然后闪到一边。

There were signs and signals,
even if they couldn't read them yet.     Perhaps three years ago     or just last Tuesday     a certain leaf fluttered     from one shoulder to another?     Something was dropped and then picked up.     有一些迹象和信号存在，     即使他们尚无法解读。     也许在三年前     或者就在上个星期二     有某片叶子飘舞于
肩与肩之间？

Who knows, maybe the ball that vanished     into childhood's thicket?     There were doorknobs and doorbells     where one touch had covered another     beforehand.     Suitcases checked and standing side by side.     有东西掉了又捡了起来？     天晓得，也许是那个     消失于童年灌木丛中的球？     还有事前已被触摸     层层覆盖的     门把和门铃。
检查完毕后并排放置的手提箱。

One night, perhaps, the same dream,
grown hazy by morning.     Every beginning     is only a sequel, after all,     and the book of events     is always open halfway through.     有一晚，也许同样的梦，     到了早晨变得模糊。     每个开始     毕竟都只是续篇，     而充满情节的书本     总是从一半开始看起。