孫女的一通電話

走在日本關東,德川家康的江戶幕府──日光。

被風帶著走,已懶得邁開步伐。

脖子上掛著的相機已被冷的拍不動,或者該說我的手已經被凍得按不動快門。

街邊一個由獨立的覽車改造而成的古早味電話亭,成功的吸引了我的目光──當然,還有相機的焦距。

拿起鏡頭,透過相機,映入眼簾的是一老一少的身影。

小女孩穿著一身亮橘色羽絨服,鮮豔地與斑駁的電話亭形成了對比。

仔細看,女孩的身邊坐著一位老人──兩個人笑起來的樣子還真是相似。

這台頗新的公共電話,對女孩來說,新奇的就像是一個大型玩具。

而爺爺遞給他的電話卡則是神奇的秘鑰。

在爺爺的指導下,她成功的撥通了一個熟悉的電話。

「喂?」──聲音來自於就在不遠處的一位老奶奶。

「喂,奶奶,你在哪裡啊?」小女孩稚嫩的聲音,掛起了爺爺的嘴角。

「我在XX醬在的電話亭的旁邊喲。」當奶奶的聲音響起,身邊隨行的親戚們都輕聲笑起來了。

而我,也加入了笑聲的行列。

無意間與爺爺對視一笑,姑且算是,一聲微不足道的「謝謝」。

日本,日光

February 12, 2015

In Love

I felt in love with him,

The one above my world.

He might get depressed by the pollution,

But still hug me with the sunlight

That came after the rain.

 

I felt in love with him,

The one under the ground.

Although he’s aged,

He’s still the coolest in the winter,

Hottest in the summer.

 

I felt in love with him,

The one always been motivated.

The old man on the street of Union Square,

Repeating over and over again,

The same old lyrics for living.

 

I felt in love with him,

The one shine a light.

The diamond

That reflected from the snow during daytime,

And the non-stop party

At the Time Square during nighttime.

 

I felt in love with him,

The one I’ve ever dreamed of.

7399 miles away from my home,

Yet, I chased him here

With all my passion.

 

He is right under my feet,

The New York City.

 

February 24th, 2014 - Manhattan, New York.