一日有廿四小時，扣除必要瞓覺嘅八個鐘、進餐及二便大約兩個鐘，仲有十四個鐘；再者與父母同住，煮飯打掃等家務都唔太需要我去做，呢十四個鐘可以話係完全由我控制同選擇點樣過。我可以出街玩、或者睇書學習進修備課、去組紐工房幫手、甚至到繩藝廳練習。然而，喺今日——寒假嘅第一日，我花咗所有嘅時間，好似非洲大草原中嘅水牛，警戒著眼前不動卻虎視眈眈望住我嘅手機。 「等我聯絡你。」 記起琴日離開輔導室之前，老師喺我手機內嘅通訊軟體，加入咗自己嘅帳號，並將佢成為密友清單中嘅唯一成員。 「我需要好好諗下點樣輔導你呢個壞學生。」佢無等我反應，就大步走返去教員室，留低一片茫然嘅我。 究竟咁樣係咩意思？我一直諗唔透。我唔會否認妄想過自己好似電影情節般喺度被佢引誘，但實在諗唔到一個合理嘅原因令佢選擇我，而唔去「安全」、「正常」咁搵其他男人去滿足佢嘅需要。 如果呢一刻手機螢幕真係顯示佢嘅訊息，我應該理會，定係當睇唔到？ 「你成日心不在焉，隔無耐就望手機，無事嘛？」媽媽喺晚飯時問我。 「無……」我將炸雞吞落肚後講，「有個朋友話寒假約我去玩，有少少緊張。」 「女仔嚟嘅？」爸爸呵呵笑住話。 「唔……唔係……」我差啲哽親，「係一……一大班人去玩……卦……」 「即係有男有女？」爸爸繼續追擊，「有無心儀嘅同學？」 「爸爸唔好再玩阿仔啦……」媽媽插嘴後同我講，「你第一次同新朋友去玩係會緊張啲，要放鬆先唔會影響心情。」 「係……知道。」 我心裡苦笑，食完飯幫忙收拾後返入房。 手提電話熒幕閃咗一下。 怦噗、怦噗、怦噗。 睡房只聽到心跳聲。 我稍稍平復，戰戰兢兢拎起手提。 「盛屋市天氣預報：明天密雲……」 「蠢材！」我暗自大罵一聲，將手提丟到床上。 然後手提電話好似烏鴉咁回應咗一聲，我心煩得怨咗句：「又咩事！？」 再次拎起電話一睇，短訊欄上顯示咗一句。 「寒假第一日過成點？」 我唔知應該點覆佢，諗嚟諗去只識得回「還可以」。 「講大話嘅學生需要輔導。」 我心頭一震，唔知點答佢。 沉默咗幾分鐘，手機傳來一句。 「星期二準備好，放學後嚟見我。」 「我唔明。」 「你點會唔明？」下一秒，程式顯示佢已離線。 手機無再俾提示。我瞓喺床上，問天花板應該點做，佢同手機一樣無頭緒。 兩日時間嘅思前想後，我發覺諗多無用，或者邊度結束，就由邊度開始。 星期二下年四點，我著返同嗰日相同嘅衣服款式，揹上同樣嘅背囊，帶上當日老匠人送我嘅初雪祭限定麻...
《Definitely maybe》
Meadows of greens,
Flecks of yellows,
Here lies a butterfly,
Resting in solitude.
Motifs on wings,
Flickering along with gentle breeze,
Spreading its scripts from the past,
Symbolizing the future uncertainty.
May there be tears,
Of joy, of sadness, of gratitude.
May there be laughers,
From sincerity, from deceit, from apathy.
May there be adventures
To paradise, to abyss, to void.
May there be hearts
With satisfaction, with emptiness, with shatters.
Ere it flies,
it never knows,
‘tis always ……
Definitely maybe.
※※※※※
《Never Look Back》
Purple lilac in the jar,
Pouring dew from petals.
Drenched, submerged, drowned.
Yet the bee with its pollens
Never look back.
Silver moon in the dark,
Scorching light on petals.
Burned, charred, scarred.
Yet the bee with its nectar,
Never look back.
Meadows of greens,
Flecks of yellows,
Here lies a butterfly,
Resting in solitude.
Motifs on wings,
Flickering along with gentle breeze,
Spreading its scripts from the past,
Symbolizing the future uncertainty.
May there be tears,
Of joy, of sadness, of gratitude.
May there be laughers,
From sincerity, from deceit, from apathy.
May there be adventures
To paradise, to abyss, to void.
May there be hearts
With satisfaction, with emptiness, with shatters.
Ere it flies,
it never knows,
‘tis always ……
Definitely maybe.
※※※※※
《Never Look Back》
Purple lilac in the jar,
Pouring dew from petals.
Drenched, submerged, drowned.
Yet the bee with its pollens
Never look back.
Silver moon in the dark,
Scorching light on petals.
Burned, charred, scarred.
Yet the bee with its nectar,
Never look back.
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