一我死死咬住筷子,盯着碗中那团拉面,努力憋回溢到眼眶的泪水,鼻根和舌根的酸涩提醒着我自己正在难过,可我却感觉到一丝荒诞的滑稽。在我的剧本中,我应该在医院苍白的走廊中泪雨滂沱,或在你养病的床榻旁茫然无措,而绝不会像现在这样,尴尬地与一碗没吃完的拉面对视。 I bite the chopsticks tightly, staring at the bowl of ramen, and trying to hold back the tears that overflowed into the eyes. The sourness of the nose and tongue reminds me that I am sad, but I feel a hint of ridiculousness. In my script, I should have had a torrential tear in the pale corridors of a hospital, or at a bedside where you recuperate, rather than looking awkwardly at a bowl of uncooked ramen as it is now .