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想要追求什麼，就好像一定會失去什麼
to chase something sometimes means losing something

在旅途中
in my journey,

失去的 難以挽回又令人感傷
I miss those I lost

追求的 依然搖不可及
It is still away from I want

得到的 到底是真的需要還是誤會一場
I doubt the necessity of what I am looking for

怕的是 那美好的一切已經錯過
I am afraid of already passing those pretty


昨天看到了偷穿高跟鞋的重播
Yesterday I saw a film 'in her shoes'

只看到後半段 卻讓我想起 有首詩很美
a good film, with beautiful poems, as follows,

One Art ----- by Elizabeth Bishop

The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant to travel.
None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother's watch. And look!
my last, or next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.

---Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture I love) I shan't have lied.
It's evident the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.

有空來看看英文詩好了
I will read some poems when available.