一位鸟人在泳池里游泳。他喜欢一个人游，不喜欢被超越。
One Birdie was swimming in a swimming pool. They prefered to swim alone and didn’t like to be overtaken.

不喜欢来自旁人的水花和气泡划过他的肌肤的感觉。他独自前进着。这是他的冥想，他在其中思考生活，享受与珍惜的瞬间，幻想。
They didn’t like splashes from others falling on their skin. They swam forward alone. This was their meditation where they reflected on life, cherished moments and fantasies.

沉默着拨开水，在其中呼吸，看见过去的人。为什么这位鸟人不能在这些人的生活中呢，他无时无刻不在思念着他们。
In silence, they pushed the water away gently, breathing, and saw the people who used to be part of their life. Why couldn’t the Birdie stay in these people’s lives anymore? The Birdie thought about them all the time.

慢慢地，疲倦，一群无组织的蚂蚁，颤动着爬上他的指尖。他们爬满他，从皮肤到内心，瘙痒着。究竟是为什么呢？
Gradually, fatigue, a haphazard army of ants, climbed up their fingers, quivering. The army took over the Birdie’s body, infiltrating their skin and reaching their heart, itching. Why on earth?

疲惫渐渐浸染脑海，思绪只在停下和继续之间徘徊。他在心里抓住这一刻。他看见自己走进无尽的公园小路，人们不断与他擦肩，在清凉下午的阳光中。
Fatigue permeated their mind, dyeing every thought with hesitation – whether to pause or to carry on. The Birdie held onto this moment in their heart. They saw themselves walking down an endless path in a park, with people passing by on a chilly sunny afternoon.

他向前走，对面的人向他走来。他爱他，始终不变地，模糊地。他的样子和声音，这位鸟人也许不能辨认 ……
They walked forward and a person from the opposite direction was approaching them. They had always loved them, vaguely. Their face and voice, the Birdie might not be able to recognise …

鸟人只知道对面的人背着阳光朝自己走来，而他不知道自己是否应该出现。他忘了眨眼，思绪越游越远了。
The Birdie only knew that the person was walking towards the Birdie with sunshine behind them, while the Birdie didn’t feel certain about showing up. The Birdie forgot to blink and their thoughts faded away.

指尖的颤抖消失了，一股水呛进喉咙。他抱住泳池的边缘喘息，才发现现实中的阳光暖和地晒着他的背。
The trembling of their fingers subsided. Water choked them. They clutched the edge of the pool, gasping. Only at that moment they became aware of the warmth of the sun on their back, grounding them in reality.

恍然中他趴在泳池边，疑问自己是否会记得出神的此刻。这些时刻中除了幻想什么也没发生。
Dazed, they leaned against the pool’s edge, wondering if they would remember this moment of trance. During moments of trance, nothing occurs except fantasies.

他瘫在泳池边，没有想法地仰卧着。失焦的天空，躲闪的目光。他翻身落入水中，看见光在水面。
They lay on the pool’s edge, their mind devoid of thoughts. The sky appeared out of focus; eyes appeared avoidant. They turned around, falling into the water and saw lights on the surface.

气泡从他身后上浮，盖满视线。他欣赏着气泡产生，漂浮，破碎的声音，又浮至水面。水在他脸上，他感到自己的表情被模糊了。
Bubbles came from their back, covering their vision. They enjoyed the sound of bubbles forming, ascending and dispersing. They resurfaced, their face moistened by water, their expression blurred.

无需选择地，他将继续他的生活，模糊且不稳定地爱着，至少到下一次疲倦唤醒他的身体的时候。他翻身继续游泳。
There was no need to choose. They would carry on with their life, loving vaguely and unstably, at least until the next encounter with fatigue awakened their body. They turned around and swam.