十
祭典不会停止，所有人都会沉溺于轮回，而我，为这个故事写上开头。
。
。
。
the
one
when the bell tolls，i know the ceremony is about to begin.
it‘s a family tradition，held every eighteen years on this day，where the family hosts a grand and luxurious sacrificial rite to honor our supreme deity.
two
and i am the sole priestess in this ritual.
three
dressed iricate vestments of a priestess，i board the panquin bound for the temple under my mother‘s worried gaze. before departing，i follow the old s of the family aow the priestess‘s blessing upon the unborn child in my mother‘s womb.
four
the temple is built atop a mountain，and the panquin stops at the foot of the hill. with a devout heart，i asd the stairs leading to the temple oep at a time.
the path is long，and the ceremonial robes feel exceedingly heavy，yet i do not sehe expected weariness.
from birth，i was taught to shoulder the responsibilities of a priestess.
five
upon reag the temple，i see everyone brimming with hope，tears welling in their eyes. they retreat naturally behind me，igniting the dle in my hand. i uand that the path ahead is mine aloo tread，for no oher than the priestess is allowed ihe temple.
six
the temple is dark; the door opens briefly before closing again. holding the only source of light，i slowly make my way inside. i swear that no one has ever entered here，for if they did，they would withe borewn across the floor.
seven
upon seeing the so-called deity，i am not surprised. i merely undress，making myself ready for the ”deity‘s” feast.
eight
from the very beginning，i knew i was the sole in this ceremony.
nine
the child in my mother‘s womb is born. that is the i leave to the family，the ”me”. ieen years，he too will bee a priest.
ten
the ceremony will not cease; all will be trapped in the cycle of rebirth. and i，i write the beginning of this tale.
第4章 《富士山下》《昨日重现》
《富士山下》
beh the fuji mountain
一
我在富士山下卖苹果，一半过去卖给自己，一半未来卖给行人。
i sell apples at the foot of mount fuji，half sold in the past to myself，and half iure to passersby.
二
苹果本就甘甜，我从不多加叙述，那些前来的人们自然会吃下这份无味的甘甜。
apples are naturally sweet; i never eborate much，for those who e will naturally partake of this sweetness without fvor.
三
孤独的人拿起团圆，悲伤的人拿起喜悦，他们在幸福中感受生命，然后用荒草堆起高高的坟墓，筑成被尘埃遮蔽的苹果树。
lonely people grasp reunions，sorrowful ones seize joy，feeling life within happihen pile up tall tombs with wild grass，strug apple trees veiled by dust.
四
待到春天，我会摘下苹果树的苹果，然后哭泣，在原地不停徘徊，画地为牢，最后将苹果树砍去。
when spring arrives，i‘ll pick the apples from the apple tree，then weep，endlessly wandering in pce，drawing a circle as my prison，finally cutting down the apple tree.
五
我也将自己种植，可树枝上空无一物，像是快要自尽的词汇，连同伤口一并揭开展露。
i also pnt myself，yet there‘s nothing on the branches，like words on the verge of suicide，exposing wounds along with themselves.
六
有风吹过，天地寒冷，于是我披上了灰烬的衣裳，挥舞起斧头，将自己一并砍倒。
a breeze blows，the heavens ah grow，and so i drape myself in ashes，wielding an axe，chopping myself down together.
七
我在富士山下卖苹果，一半死亡卖给自己，一半怜悯卖给行人。
i sell apples at the foot of mount fuji，half death to myself，and half pity to passersby.
1
。
1
《昨日重现》
一
世界似乎从未有过哀悼，他们已经死去了，我将这份认知告诉那群大人，可大人们从不信任我。
二
我有一根结实的木杖和一盆长势一般的野草，但是他们一起死去了。
三
但我有个秘密。一旦推开那扇烧焦的大门，我便能重新找到我的木杖……以及，那盆枯黄着还拼命活着的野草。
那根木杖的经络里面满是野草的坚韧，每次挥舞时，总会传来破风的声音。
四
可为什么呢？在一次又一次的重回中，那根心爱的木杖总会炫耀力量似地打向那盆毫不起眼的野草。
五
残暴者伪装高尚，被害者成为哑巴，木杖放在了野草身边，假装平安无事的小丑微笑。可野草啊，被践踏后只剩下荒芜的自我，用来掩饰曾欺凌的伤痕。
六
于是野草带着木杖死去了。在木杖落在我的身上前。
七
“那对夫妻果然很恩爱呢，连死亡都不能把他们分开，据说尸体从火灾现场救出时还紧紧抱在一起呢。”――我听着街坊邻居的议论，只觉得吵闹。他们什么都不知道。