深夜的風

「深夜的風很誠實，
專吹清醒的人。」

白天的事情，
到了晚上並不會自動下班。

白天忙著工作，
忙著處理各種事情，
忙著跟別人說話，
也忙著跟自己說：

「沒事，明天再想。」

然後夜深了。

城市慢慢安靜下來，
陽台上的風開始吹了。

這時候才發現——

自己還醒著。

有時候不是睡不著，
而是白天沒有時間清醒。

白天太多事情要做，
很多情緒只能先放在一旁。

到了深夜，
那些被暫時擱置的心事，
好像也跟著風一起回來了。

工作的事情、
生活的事情、
一些沒有答案的事情，
還有一些其實已經想過很多遍，
卻還是想不通的事情。

夜晚有一種奇怪的誠實。

它不催你振作，
也不勸你想開。

只是讓你站在那裡，
吹一會兒風。

所以，如果今晚還醒著，
也不用太責怪自己。

有些事情現在想不通，
就先不要想。

有些答案明天還是不會出現，
那就再等一天。

風會吹過去，
夜也會過去。

至於那些還沒想明白的事——

天亮以後，
再說吧。

畢竟，

深夜的風很誠實，
專吹清醒的人。

English Version

The Honest Night Wind

“The night wind is honest.
It only finds those who are still awake.”

The things we leave unfinished during the day
don’t magically clock out when the sun goes down.

During the day, we stay busy.

Work.
Errands.
Conversations.
Life.

And whenever something gets too difficult to think about,
we tell ourselves:

“I’ll deal with it tomorrow.”

Then midnight arrives.

The city grows quiet,
and the wind begins to move across the balcony.

That’s when we notice—

we’re still awake.

Maybe it isn’t really that we can’t sleep.

Maybe the daytime simply never gave us enough time
to be fully awake to ourselves.

There are feelings we put aside,
thoughts we postpone,
and questions we keep carrying around.

At night,
when everything else becomes quiet,
they sometimes return with the wind.

Work.
Life.
Things without answers.

And the same thoughts
we have already gone over a hundred times,
still somehow refuse to make sense.

There is something strangely honest about the night.

It doesn’t tell us to cheer up.
It doesn’t tell us to let go.

It simply lets us stand there
and feel the wind for a while.

So if you’re still awake tonight,
don’t be too hard on yourself.

If something doesn’t make sense yet,
leave it alone for now.

If the answer isn’t there tomorrow,
perhaps it can wait another day.

The wind will pass.
The night will pass too.

And those things we still haven’t figured out?

We can deal with them
when morning comes.

After all,

the night wind is honest.

It only finds those who are still awake.