《却与光同尘》悠伶惜

7、『Part __6』

　　我舔舐着指尖的鲜血，浓腥甜美的滋味在舌尖炸开，像最醇美的葡萄酒。尽管那是不属于我的冰冷的血液。

　　地上的鲜血已没过脚背，像一湾浓稠的湖泊，汤汤的蔓延着。我唱着歌，在被鲜血覆盖的棋盘上舞蹈。

　　我感到冰霜的力量在我血管中奔涌，在我的指尖舞蹈。我看着那美丽的霜纹攀附上墙壁，冻结了地上的血液。多么美啊，我笑着，多么美。

　　那些曾经控制我的恐惧，再也无法使我困扰。

　　冰霜击碎了华美的雕花玻璃，我沐浴在晶莹细碎的玻璃雨中。如鱼得水。

　　驾驭着狂风与天空的我，我的灵魂随着四周的冰片盘旋而上。

　　我不再感到冷了，严寒再无法侵扰我。

　　我奔出了大殿，伴随着笑声和冰凌，我从未感到如此的自由。

　　我奔过城堡的每一层，所有见到我的人都惊恐的躲避着我。但那又有什么关系，我再也不会在乎那些闲言碎语。

　　我打开每一扇房门，撞击声和尖叫不绝于耳。那不正是于我现在的喜悦的美妙的伴奏吗？

　　我奔上了城堡的二楼，疯狂的大笑着，打开了房门。

　　那扇左起第二间的门上了锁，但这压根无法阻拦我。那薄脆的木门在我掌心的魔法下须臾碎成了粉末。

　　我向门里望去，然后我看见了那个。

　　那个正与我沉默对视着的，可怕的事物。

　　我盯着它，全身的温度渐渐冷却下来。这不是真的。

　　这不是真的。

　　在我父母笼着黑纱的遗像旁，另一幅崭新的画像，也正笼着黑纱沉静的挂在那里。

　　安娜，她隔着黑纱冲我温婉的笑。那不是她，那不是属于她的笑。

　　安娜死了。

　　I lick the blood on myfingertips,my tongue tastes the fishy and sweet taste,like the best mellowwine. Although it is not part of my cold blood.

　　The blood on the ground isswamped over my feet,like a thick lake which is spread.I’m singing,and dancingon the chestboard which is covered by blood.

　　I feel the energy of ice isrunning in my vascular ,and dancing on my fingertips .I see the beautiful frostpattern cling the wall,frozen the blood on the ground,how beautiful,Ismiled,how beautiful.

　　The fears that once controlledme,can’t get me at all.

　　The ice and frost crush thecarved glass, I bathe in the crystal and crushing glass rain.Feel just like afish in water.

　　I’m one with wind andsky,my soul is spiraling in frozen fractals all around.

　　I will never feel cold,the cold never bothered me anyway.

　　I running out of the basilica,with the laughter and frost,I never feel that I’m so free.

　　I running over every floor in the castle, allthe people were horrified to see me and escape me.But who care about thatI don’tcare what the going to say.

　　I open everydoor, percussion and screaming heard.But isn’tit the best accompaniment to my金joy？

　　I run to thesecond floor of castle,with the crazy laughter,I open the door.

　　The second door is locked,but it can’t stopme at all.The thin wooden door is crushed under my magic in my hand.

　　I look into thedoor,then I found that.

　　The scaredthing is look at me in silence.

　　In my parent’s shrouded by black yarnportrait next,is another new portrait,it is also shrouded by black yarn and sithere in silence.

　　Anna,she smiledto me gently across the black yarn.That isn’t her,the smile is never belongs toher.

　　Anna is died.