#yoko

But Gruntal seldom sees a snowy swish. Yet I recall that snow fell on your birthday, When coffee steam swirled up in a hot spray, Condensing on your lashes, half-raised still— I swear that was your earliest winter thrill.

When Erica asked that, I saw your hand pause Upon the cup, then you turned on the faucet's cause,

Letting the water wash away the mute— You said, "I have no wish" – your reply acute.

Then as the cups were set back in their place, You turned to me with that familiar face,

"And you, Yoko?"

– you threw the question back. I pondered, but my answer fell in lack:

"I don't know, Gelda."

You just gave a smile, And leaned against the wall, your usual style. You always rest your weight on some support, As if you never heeded risk's report, Or maybe you just never really cared.

"Don't you want to make a wish?"

I dared, As snow fell silently. Gazing at your eyes, I felt the snow drift in, melt my replies' Hesitation.

"I'll save it for a day，When a worthy wish comes along,"

I'd say. You paused, then laughed with misty dew— The wooden frame with glass, the rime that blew From trees and caused a storm, but you just spoke So lightly, as if it were a joke:

"Then hide it well, don't let fate find it out.”

You know I never grasp what you're about. So I could only lower my head, in a daze— That was my only answer to your phrase.

Later the wind blew east and west and north and south, Ignoring dark and dawn, from mouth to mouth.

I still want to ask you, what did fate mean?

Gelda, did you ever look back on that scene?

But fate won't grant me peace that stands apart, Nor let me stay outside with a quiet heart.

“嘿！Gelda，你有什么愿望吗？”

Gruntal不常下大雪，我还记得那场雪刚好在你生日那天降临，咖啡的碎渣翻涌起热汽，凝结在你还未完全撑起的睫毛上，我发誓，那是你在冬天起的最早的一次

彼时Erica问出这句话时，我看见你洗着咖啡杯的手一顿，随后打开水流的开关，任凭它冲走一切沉默。

“我没什么愿望”

当归位的器皿扣下，你侧身转向我，用往日的语气开口

“你呢，Yoko”

我不明白你为何会将问题抛给我，但思考过后，我还是回答了这个问题

“我不知道，Gelda”

你只是笑笑，然后又倚靠在墙上。你总是这样，将全身的重量依附于掩体，似乎从没考虑过风险，又或者说，你从不在意。

“你不想许个愿吗？”

雪下的安静，看着你的眼眸时，我忽然觉得雪飘进来了，化了言语中的踌躇

“我想先存着，等到有价值的愿望出现”

你愣了一下，湿润的水雾抖落出笑声，木制的框架镶嵌着玻璃，树上的雾凇落下时掀起风暴，你却只轻描淡写地吐露出寻常

“那就藏好了，别被命运找到”

你知道的，我一向听不懂你话里的深意。所以呆愣的垂下头，是我能给予的唯一回应。

后来大风从东刮到西，从北刮到南，无视黑夜和黎明，我还是想问你一句，你所说的命运究竟是什么意思？

Gelda，你曾有回望雪天的机会么？

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