作品阐释:
有那么一段距离,你不能用尺子描出,也无法用单位来标记。它似乎总是那么缥缈,无法解释,却又无处不在。偶尔在宁静的夜晚回忆与他或她的微妙联系,记得那些曾在心上留下印记的人,那些被遗忘的人散落在记忆的角落。我想拥有,但又不想拥有的过程太容易、太简单,距离太短、太容易。只有经过自己的努力、艰辛、波折,才能拥有能够长久停留在自己身边的人。泰戈尔说:“世界上最遥远的距离,不是生与死。可是我站在你面前,你却不知道我爱你” 。
There's a distance that you can't trace with a ruler, and you can't mark it with units. Seems always so ethereal, can not explain, but everywhere exists. Occasionally in the quiet night recall with him or her subtle connection. Remember those who have left a mark on the heart, those who are forgotten scattered in the corner of the heart of memory. I want to have, but do not want to have the process too easy, too simple, that distance is too short too easy. Only after their own efforts, hardships, twists and turns, to get a long time to stay in their side. “The furthest distance in the world is not between life and death. But when I stand in front of you, you don't know that I love you.” - Tagore