Fruit forest
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The world we live in breathes a rich, enchanting aroma of fruit.
Sweet temptations are everywhere, constantly provoking the senses of taste.
The air feels blissfully tipsy, and the sunlight falls just right.
This is the world described by Miss Cherry.
She also says that each night before sleep, she spends about an hour wondering why life is so wonderful,
and often, she slips into dreams, smiling.
Mrs. Bitter Melon, however, tells a different story.
To her, the world has been the same since childhood:
a place full of rotting roots and sour stench of decay,
of bleak winds that cut through bone,
of faces warped by selfishness and greed.
Every step must be taken with care,
for the ground is riddled with traps,
and those who fall are met not with mercy, but laughter.
And as she spoke, Mrs. Bitter Melon burst into tears.
I wish I could offer her comfort, perhaps by saying,
“The world isn’t really that bad?”
But such words only matter to those willing to believe them.
How could Miss Cherry and Mrs. Bitter Melon,
who live right beside each other,
see the world in such utterly different ways,
while the same trees shade their summers
and the same wind moves through their gardens.
Then I began to ask myself -
What does it really matter what the world truly is?
Little by little, I started caring less about what the world is really like.
After all, the world each of us sees is merely a reflection of our own lives,
with its colors and light constantly shifting with the moods we carry within us.
I’ve come to accept that I may never truly understand the world.
And perhaps I do not need to.
I no longer ask whether the world is beautiful or not.
What matters to me now is something much simpler:
When I look around at the world I am in,
if I find something boring, is there someone else who feels the same?
If I find something wonderful, is there someone else who feels the same?
As long as such a person exists,
then this world is good enough.
She could be gentle Miss Papaya.
He could be the funny-looking Mr. Kiwi.
It could also be a Durian, thorned and pungent on the outside, yet rich and golden within.
Or grapes, which are delicate and require a little extra care to handle.
Whatever shape or form they take, it does not matter.
As long as someone like that exists.
As long as someone like that exists,
I can continue wandering through this bewildering fruit forest,
and keep walking forward, all the way to the end.
身处的这个世界
散发着迷人的浓郁果香
随处可见的甜美诱惑
从不放弃挑逗你的味觉感官
这里空气微醺 阳光正好
以上是樱桃小姐描述的世界
樱桃小姐还说
她每天睡前都要花个大概一个小时的时间来思考她的人生为什么如此美好
她说她常常想着想着就开心地睡着了
苦瓜太太却说
这个世界从她还是孩子时就是一个样
腐烂的树根 阴冷的风 散发恶臭的动物尸体
从来都是自私贪婪的嘴脸
每一个脚步都要走得小心翼翼
不然就会掉入遍布的陷阱里还会被人嘲笑
苦瓜太太说着说着竟哭了起来
真希望能说点什么来安慰她
世界其实没这么糟?
那也要她自己愿意相信才行
真不懂 苦瓜太太和樱桃小姐明明是邻居
怎么看到的世界如此不同
明明是同样的树 遮蔽着她们的夏日屋檐
明明是同样的风 四季穿行在她们的花园
其实 世界究竟是什么样又有什么关系呢
我开始不再关心这个问题
反正每个人眼中的世界都只是随着自己的心情变换着颜色和光线
我想我永远也看不透这个世界
不过那又有什么关系
我开始不再执着这个世界到底是美还是丑
我只想知道 当对着相同的人和事
当我觉得无聊 有没有人也同样觉得是
当我觉得有趣 有没有人也同样觉得是
只要有这样的人 就可以了
她可以是看起来很温柔的木瓜小姐
他可以是长得很好笑的猕猴桃先生
可以是闻起来臭臭但其实很好吃的榴莲
可以是吃起来麻烦的葡萄
怎么样都可以
只要是这样的人就可以
只要有这样的人
我就可以在这个常常让我觉得困惑的水果森林里一直走下去