TheSorrowsofYoungWerther少年维特的烦恼(9)

她对我来说是一个神圣的存在。所有的激情都在她的面前:当我靠近她时，我无法表达我的感受。我觉得我的灵魂在我身体的每根神经里跳动。有一段旋律，她用天使般的技巧在钢琴上弹奏——如此简单，却又如此富有灵性!这是她最喜欢的空气;当她奏出第一个音符时，我所有的痛苦、忧虑和悲伤都立刻消失了。

The illusion that life is but a dream has occurred to quite a few people, and I feel the same way about it. When I see the limitations imposed on man"s powers of action and inquiry and observe how all his efficiency is aimed at nothing but the satisfaction of his needs, which in turn has but one purpose - to prolong his miserable existence - and when I see how all his reassurance on certain aspects of his inquiries is little more than a dreamy resignation, in that he chooses to bedaub the walls of his prison with motley figures and bright prospects - all this, William, makes me mute.
人生如梦，很多人都有这么种幻觉，我也是。我发现，人类的行动力往往受限，人类所有的努力都只是为满足自身需要服务的，而他们全部的需要也只是给他们悲惨的人生增加几年寿数；他们对于自身发现的心满意足也仅仅是虚幻与无可奈何之举，因为他们总想把自己人生囚牢的墙面涂得五颜六色，乱七八糟。凡斯种种，都使我沉默无言。