乌鸦与写字台

Lolita

Lolita,
Light of my life.
Fire of my loins.
My sin.
My soul.

我的生命之光,欲念之火,我的罪恶,我的灵魂。

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I looked and looked at her.
And i knew,as clearly as i know that i will die,
that i love her more than anything i'd ever seen or imaged on earth.
She was only the dead leaf echo of the nymphet from long ago,but i love her this lolita,pale and polluted and big with another man's child.
She could fade and wither,i didn't care.
I would still go mad with tenderness at the mere sight on her face.

她可以褪色,可以枯萎,我并不在乎,
但我只要看她一眼,便万般柔情涌上心头。

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