空白的感觉Feeling nothing

有时候，他脑海中突感一片空白。

就像刷过的黑板一样，干干净净的，看不出任何曾经写过的痕迹。

他很着急，他害怕失去过往的记忆，他不希望自己的人生又变成一张白纸。

Sometimes,he felt nothing in his brain.

Just like the brushed blackboard,so clean that you could not find anything written once.

He was worried.He was afraid of losing memories.He would not see his life become a white paper again.

他努力回想着，想找回不见的记忆。

他打开了一本书，随便翻到一页。

上面写着，

如果你错过了太阳而流泪，那么你也要错过群星了。

他想着这句话的意义，却说不出一个字。

He tried to remember,to look for lost memories.

He opened a book,pointing to a page.

It read,if you cried for the missing sun,you would miss the stars.

He thought of the meaning of the words,but didn't say a word.

他走进书房，角落边有一架电钢琴。

琴身上沾染了一层灰尘，主人应该好久没有去搭理她了。

也许没有知音，所以琴只好静默了。

他想不起谁曾经坐在这里，弹起了那首梦中的婚礼。

He went to the study,a piano stayed silent at the corner.

Dust lay on the top of piano,it was easily to know that the master hadn't played  it for a long time.

It might be no soulmate that the piano kept lonely.

He could not remember who was sitting there,playing the Mariage D'Amour.

他坐在茶几旁，发现了一张照片。

一个年青的面孔让他眼前一亮。

那是谁了，好熟悉又好陌生。

He sat on the sofu,and he found a picture.

So young of the face that he got excited.

Who was he,familiar but strange.

…

他走啊、看啊、闻啊、触摸啊。

很久，很久。

突然在某个地方，

文字写满了白纸，

被泪水打湿，

一切又恢复了原来的模样。

…

He walked,saw,smell and touched.

A long long time.

Words appeared in the paper suddenly, moistened by the tears.

Everything turned into the original.