At first I could only catch glimpses
of you through the museum crowd.
You were smaller than I expected,
and darker—all greens, yellows and browns.
Nothing special, I thought. But then I got closer, and I could see your eyes.
They seemed to follow me from side to side,
as if you were alive and interested in me!
My heart began to beat. And then I was in front of you, and there it was—
your famous smile! But were you smiling?
I wasn't sure. I looked away, and back again,
And now you seemed to look a little sad,
like you were forcing that smile, for us.
Day after day after day after day. And then, I knew.
That look in your eyes—it wasn't interest.
It was boredom. It was the desire to slip into a dream.
And in that world of dreams you might be free—
no frame, no millions of staring eyes.
And there, perhaps, you'd smile for real. I could only imagine how beautiful that smile would be.
剛開始，我只能一窺妳的模樣
透過博物館群眾之縫隙。
妳這幅畫作比我想像的小，
用色偏暗──全是綠色調、黃色調與棕色調。
我心想，沒什麼特別的。 但當我靠近一點，可以看到妳雙眼的時候，
妳的眼神似乎如影隨形，
彷彿活生生的在我身邊，對我感興趣！
我開始心跳加速。 接下來，我站到妳面前了──
就在那兒了，妳出名的微笑！但妳是在微笑嗎？
我不太確定。我移開視線，回頭再看一次，
覺得妳似乎看起來有點悲傷，
好像是為了我們強顏歡笑。
日復一日地這麼示人。 然後我明白了。
妳的眼神──其實不是有興致。
而是感到無聊，想要趁機進入夢鄉。
因為在夢境裡，妳或許就自由了──
不受畫框、上百萬對眼睛的注視所束縛。
或許，妳就能真正發自內心微笑了。 而我只能靠想像，才能知道妳的真心微笑會有多美。
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