The Sorrows of Young Werther｜少年维特之烦恼

原著作者｜歌德 It is a pain you and I know well You know you should not miss him But you cannot take your eyes off him You know this love has no end Yet you stand still refusing to move It is not that you do not understand You just cannot accept the cruel truth that he does not belong to you Maybe you are not Werther But late at night you have been him That was the age of twenty-five in Goethe's pen A young man in a blue coat and yellow vest His name was Werther He was tired of city lies and masks He fled to the country to find a pure life He sat on the grass watching the sunrise Watching how branches trembled in the wind Playing games with the village children Back then his eyes were full of light With no sin in his heart the world was clear In this utopia he met his fate Charlotte She was not dressed in fancy clothes She stood there sharing bread with children She looked up and smiled gently Werther's world instantly went quiet No dramatic conflict occurred Just two souls hearing each other in the noise Like hearing your own name in a crowd They began to walk together Talking about poetry and moonlight No holding hands but souls embracing tight However reality always arrives on time Albert appeared Charlotte's fiancé Steady and kind he was the standard answer While Werther was just a superfluous exception Three people sat in the same room Albert smiled with perfect manners Werther in the corner dug nails into his palm The fire inside began to lose control Charlotte replied a little late Werther wrote three pages of anxiety in his mind Her tone was slightly cold He felt abandoned by the whole world Not just love he tried to work and fit in But in the hypocritical social circles Being too real he was seen as an alien He felt trapped inside a glass cage Seeing the bustling world outside But touching no warmth in this cold space The final straw came crashing down Charlotte got married All fantasies became impossible at this moment Werther did not ruin the wedding He just went back and lit a candle He borrowed a pistol from Albert He sat at the desk writing his last letter No resentment and no accusations Dressed neatly he looked at the snow one last time Since the world has no place for me Then I will return my place to the world The gun went off He did not die from love He died because his sensitive heart had no home in this hard world Many say Werther was too fragile Yes because he lived too truly You have been like him too right Mocked for being too sensitive and too serious But please listen to me This story is not for you to copy his ending But to tell you that you are not alone The times have changed You can cry crash and break your heart like him But at dawn please put on your coat and open the door Eat breakfast go to work and keep looking Because you are luckier than Werther You are still here Please carry that truth and keep living前往小宇宙评论区与主播互动