And the world was made for me

THE ISLAND

If I had a ship,
I'd sail my ship,
I'd sail my ship
Through Eastern seas;
Down to a beach where the slow waves thunder -
The green curls over and the white falls under -
Boom! Boom! Boom!
On the sun-bright sand.
Then I'd leave my ship and I'd land,
And climb the steep white sand,
And climb to the trees,
The six dark trees,
The coco-nut trees on the cliff's green crown -
Hands and knees
To the coco-nut trees,
Face to the cliff as the stones patter down,
Up, up, up, staggering, stumbling,
Round the corner where the rock is crumbling,
Round this shoulder,
Over this boulder,
Up to the top where the six trees stand...

And there would I rest, and lie,
My chin in my hands, and gaze
At the dazzle of sand below,
And the green waves curling slow,
And the grey-blue distant haze
Where the sea goes up to the sky...

And I'd say to myself as I looked so lazily down at the sea:
"There's nobody else in the world, and the world was made for me."

-When we were very young- A. A. Milne P36

我也曾经，这么以为。

我也曾经，幻想爬一棵最难以攀登的黑树。身手敏捷利落。然后，蹲在树枝上的某处，像一只沉默的鸟，用彷佛什么都知晓的黑眼珠望着树下的伙伴，一言不发。遗憾的是，那如此骄傲的场面从来没有发生过。