| 團長 | 2008-04-04 16:59 |
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話説 本來不打算看ef - a tale of memories 的 只是前幾天看star (馬來西亞的英文報） 我朋友說裏面有1篇小説跟動畫内的一模一樣 所以就去看了 我只是看了第一集 不過 已經發現很多地方都是一樣的（似乎只有角色名字換掉而已） 不就是千尋的故事嗎？   Rewriting Life I liked the place. The abandoned train station wad quiet and tranquil - ideal for reading. However, someone got there before me that day... I started out feeling annoyed until I walked closer and started in wonder at the angelic figure before me. She was gazing up at the sky, caught in a trance. I noticed a pink diary beside her. From the end of the platform, I called out: "Hey,this is abandoned. There are no train coming through here!" She broke out of her reverie and looked at me in astonishment. Then she gave me a smile and nodded. I stammered."Ah,Okay then.Bye." She giggled, nodded once again and then said,"May I know your name before you leave?" "I'm Scott.And you?" "Slyvia. Pleasure to meet you." I couldn't help but smile and as I turned, I waved. I paused for a moment to watch her waving back at me. As I left the platform, I wondered whether I would set eyes on her again. That was conversation that lasted only about three quarters of a minute, 45seconds of my life I would never forget. It was a chance encounter.Or was it just a twist of fate? "I'm sorry...But what is your name again?" I goggled at Slyvia in disbelief. It had only been mere days since we last met and she had forgotten? I figured she must be pulling my leg and so I played along. "OH, I'm Scott. A pleasure to meet you." She squealed in shock. "You're Scott! Sorry... How could I forget you? My bad..." I grinned and sat down on the bench beside her and noticed that same diary she had. I gestured at it. She gave me a stern look and I got the message. I apologised profusely. I took out a book and started to read. She, too, picked up her book. After a few minutes, I started to talk about myself and my aspirations of writing a story. She said that I should write it and she would support me wholeheartedly. I nodded blankly, knowing my writing skills had prevented me from producing the masterpiece I aspired to create. However, no matter how much I asked about her, she refused to say a word and said it was better if I did not know. This continued for weeks, then months. All the time, I'd do the talking.I didnt mind tough. Whenever I was with her, I feel a sensation I had never quite experienced before. I wasnt positively sure what it was... One day, out of the blue moon, she started to talk. She told me of her intentions to write a story too. However, she said that no matter how hard she tried, it would be to no avail. And what she told me next was horrifying... "The princess was the only one in her own world..." I paused for a moment and put down the paper. I reminisced about what Sylvia had told me a few months back. "I... have a memory defect." She didnt give me time to react and continued bluntly... "You see, I had a car accident when I was 12 and since then, I forget whatever happens in a few hours." She slid her hand elegantly into her bag and took out that pink diary before handing it to me. I browsed through it swiftly while listening to her. "I write the occurences of the day every night so I'll be able to read about it the next day to remember everything. And that 's exactly why I can't possibly write a novel by myself...Everyday I am a different person and I have different thoughts about the novel.I..." At that point, tears started to trickle out of her eyes. I surprised myself when I embraced her. I promised her that I would help her to accomplished her goal. For the next few months, I would meet up with her at different places: on the beaches, the train station, or at my house to discuss our project. However, our meetings were not just about business.We had fun at arcades, theme parks and even lying down on the grass to stargaze. For a couple of months, it was sheer bliss. No adjectives could describe how wonderful it all was I snapped back to reality when the echoing chime of the grandfather clock struck the full hour. I recalled that Sylvia had told me to meet her on the hill where we'd go stargazing, right after reading her story.And so I continued reading... "And that made her a recluse in the world. Although many admired her for her beauty, she knew everyone just wanted to manipulate her and she'd shut herself from the world. But one day, a prince come into her life. The princess was overjoyed with his sincerity and spent several weeks with him. "However, her heart would slowly crack every second she was without him or whenever he spent time with other people. And soon the grief engulfed her and her heart shattered. She knew that she wouldn't have known pain if she had not known love. "She saw the pathetic state she was in and continued to burn everything that reminded her of him. She burnt down the halls, the libraries, magnificient dining rooms, the whole castle.And then she proceeded to undo the only thing left that served as a reminder of him. She threw herself off the cliff the castle overlooked." I was left speechless by this gloomy ending but remained silent as I headed towards our rendezvous point. I did not expect what came next. She did not look directly at me and she only said these words: "Look, Scott... I'm sure you've read the story and that is exactly how I feel about you." She took out her pink diary and started to tear out a sheaf of pages. "These are the pages of the days I've spent with you. I'm sorry but I need to forget you ..." "Wait!" But it was too late. She flung the pieces of paper towards the sky and, like in the movies, there were swept away dramtically by the wind. I was crushed! She would now forget me... No! I had a few crucial hours left. It's true that without love, we wouldn't know loneliness. But the loneliness makes loving and being loved more worthwhile. I may have faded from her memories but she'll never be erased from my heart. And so I wrote the story that begged to be written. And it poured out from my heart. I liked the place. The abandoned train station was quiet and tranquil - ideal for reading. However, someone got there before me on that day... 大家覺得怎樣？ | |
这算。。啥。。。
