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We Three
One night, I had a dream.
Zhongshu and I were out on a walk together,
talking and laughing,
when we came to a place we did not know.
The sun had set behind the mountains,
and dusk was approaching.
Then Zhongshu disappeared into the void.
I searched everywhere
but could find no trace of him.
I called to him, but there was no answer.
It was just me, alone,
standing there in the wasteland
not knowing where Zhongshu had gone.
I cried out to him, calling his full name,
but my cries just fell into the wilderness
without the faintest echo,
as if they'd been swallowed.
Complete silence
added to the blackness of the night,
deepening my loneliness
and sense of desolation.
In the distance,
I saw only layer upon layer of dusky dark.
I was on a sandy road
with a forest to one side.
There was a murmuring brook;
I couldn't see how wide it was.
Then I turned to look back,
I saw what appeared
to be a cluster of houses.
It was an inhabited place,
but since I couldn't see any lights,
I thought they must be quite far away.
Had Zhongshu gone home on his own?
Then I'd better go home too!
Just as I was looking for the way back,
an old man appeared,
pulling an empty rickshaw.
I hurried over to bar his way,
and sure enough he stopped,
but I couldn't tell him
where I wanted to go.
In the midst of my desperation, I woke up.
Zhongshu lay next to me in bed,
sound asleep.
I tossed and turned for the rest of the night,
waiting for Zhongshu to wake up;
then I told him about what happened in my dream.
I reproached him:
How could you have abandoned me like that,
leaving on your own without a word to me?
Zhongshu didn't try to defend the Zhongshu of my dream.
He only consoled me by saying:
this is an old person's dream.
He often had it too.
Yes, I've had this sort of dream many times.
The setting may differ,
but the feeling is the same.
Most often the two of us emerge from some place,
then, in the blink of an eye, he's gone.
I ask after him everywhere,
but nobody pays any attention to me.
Sometimes I search for him everywhere
but end up in a succession of alleys,
all with dead ends.
Sometimes I am alone in a dimly station,
waiting for the last train,
but the train never comes.
In every dream I am lonely and desperate.
If only I could find him,
I think, we could go home together.
Zhongshu probably remembered my reproach
and caused this dream
to be ten thousand miles long.
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