第四十八話｜如果東京不快樂，鐵塔亦能快樂！｜3 Years，Tokyo Again！
你們眼中的日本
像是機器貓一般閃著耀眼光芒，
我眼裡的日本，
象一群黑壓壓的遊街烏鴉，
機械又落寞的慘叫著。
對於流浪三年後的第一次回家，
我是毫無興奮的。
搭上深夜的電車，
擁擠又安靜的醉漢們，
滿車廂的黑色西裝，
戴著帽子的紅唇女人，
滲透在空氣中的各種規則，
和穿著紅色大衣的格格不入的我，
我全部都想撕碎掉。
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Everyone loves Japan,
But somehow it just couldn』t turn me on,
when I made the decision to go back.
I could almost see the darkness crow,
flying all over the place.
Took the night train,
crowd quiet drunk people,
black suit,
red lip with hat,
all kinds of rule melting into the air,
and me,
with red coat,
I just want to smash it all.
每次坐電車都會想起剛到東京的時候，
被列車員推進這密不透風的車廂里，
被迫於各種人貼在一起，
那大概是日本人唯一肌膚相親的時刻，
那一刻，我總是想放一首巴赫。
列車駛過池袋站口，
總有一個老頭兒，
站在窗口像虔誠的看著這條鐵軌，
地鐵一次次在他身旁碾過，
像是高潮像是地獄一般
衝破著他的孤獨與無聊。
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Every time when I take the train,
I always remember the time
when i just came to tokyo,
been pushed into this closed cage,
force to stick to strangers,
I think that will be the only time
we huge each other.
I always want to play Bach.
Every time when the train
passes by Ikebukuro,
there is always an old man,
standing in front of the trail,
every train passing by him,
like an orgasm, like hell,
crash down
all his loneliness and boringness.
3年未歸，每日與三五老友相聚，
看著我大學一起長大的閨蜜
每天像老人似的在沙發上看著電視睡著，
看著我最瘋狂的上司再也找不著跳躍的靈魂，
看著我最親愛的朋友渾濁的勞累的不知所以，
東京，像是一個魔咒，
能把所有人的那份生機壓垮，
讓你找不著為何生，為何死，
生命像齒輪一樣飛速的被運轉，
等你醒來，你已終老。
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Catching up with different friends
after 3 years,
seeing hana fall asleep everyday
in the couch like an old people,
seeing Inagaki losing his soul,
seeing Ethan couldn』t find himself,
Tokyo, just like a curse,
can collapse everyone』s hope,
makes you lose the meaning of life,
makes you live as a nail,
When you wake up,
you』re already facing your grave.
那天我去墓地，
止不住的一根一根的抽，
我知道我快流淚了。
東京就有這樣一股力量，
能夠嚴肅的執著的把你帶入最憂鬱的角落。
我想，那是我能體會到的最大的疏離感。
聽說，這是十幾年來最冷的一刻。
握著煙的手瑟瑟發抖，
卻怎麼也放不開，
有煙陪總好過一個人過。
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The other day I went to the cemetery,
couldn』t stop the cigarette,
I know my dears are dropping.
This is Tokyo,
it could always takes you
into your darkest hole,
I think, this is possibly the darkest loneliness I could feel.
Seems it was the coldest moment
in all these years,
My hand was shaking,
but I couldn』t let it go,
at least I got my cigarette to accompany me.
以前看過一部電影《東京ソナタ》，
失業的丈夫因為無法告知家庭，
每日西裝革履的在公園等著救濟的午餐，
在家的主婦因為孤寂，
祈求穿堂入室的小偷把自己帶走。
有些人以為森山大道,
深賴昌久濃墨的黑白是一種風格，
那是兀自游移在暗夜的街道叢林間，
唯一能夠支撐那份默然孤絕的顏色。
忽然想念智利阿塔卡瑪沙漠的那片荒蕪。
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There was this movie ,
The husband who has been fired
couldn"t tell his family,
lining up in the park
waiting for the relief grain,
The wife who begs the thief
who broke into their house
to take her away.
Everyone thought the darkness of
Daido Moriyama,
Masahisa Fukase
is a style.
No,
That"s the only color could
carry the loneliness,
when you live alone in this jungle.
Somehow,
I miss the wildness of Atacama Desert.
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