Mumbles of Night (with Tom Hiddleston抖森

Darkness gradually drew down the curtains of night. Still wandering on the streets with Tom, I held a cup of hot cocoa. We sat on a bench beside the Thames. No words, for any rhetoric would be redundant, only the sounds of our heartbeats and breaths. The bridge was aswarm with strangers: some wearing hilarious masks, some tearing down fake ones and some smiling while weeping in their fragile hearts. The night had been acting like a judge of human beings, putting them into pitfalls of normal life’s masterpiece. We would rather call it routine or discipline.
夕阳过后，夜晚逐渐拉下了帷幕。手里握着一杯仍散着热气的可可，我和Tom漫步在我们时常走过的街道上，迟迟不愿回到住所。我们在泰晤士河畔的一处长椅上歇脚。安静的坐着，一句话也不说，只剩下彼此的心跳声、呼吸声。因为此刻，除了无声之外，任何的辞藻都是多余的。桥上来往拥挤了形形色色的人：
有些人带着滑稽的面具，阿谀奉承；有些人撕开虚假的面具，缠诉衷肠；有些人，虽然笑着，心里却早已脆弱不堪，嘶哑着的哭喊声被残忍的淹没在了人群中。夜晚似一位法官，用规律、法则，将人类推入生活的深渊。
“Life is hard to go on.” I said.
“活着可真难。”我说。
“It is. Having a chance to be alive is already a tough test when we were struggling to survive without our mother’s nutrition. If I had given up the chance to live, I wouldn’t have you by my side after the past hard time. Whatever happens, always remember that, my love, you are the one, whom I loved yesterday, love right at this second and will undoubtably love tomorrow. Without you, a second could be a suffering. Permanently will I love you till the ends of the world.” Said he.