在我七年零七个月的失眠之前,我老公经历过迄今为止平生唯一的一次失眠。这么长日子来,我们从没有谈论过那次失眠。是的,提都没提起过。也许,他早就忘了它。也许,他不愿承认它,然后,慢慢就成了他根本就不会认为经历过它。但我是知道的,知道它一直在那儿。起初,它就像一颗黑头长在皮肤里,日复一日,它变大,变硬,凸出在光滑之上,成为一颗恶痣。它是一种不明事物的果,但毋庸置疑,是我七年零七个月的因。 Before my seven years and seven months of insomnia, my husband experienced the only insomnia in my life so far. For so long, we have never talked about that insomnia. Yes, mention did not mention it. Maybe he forgot it long ago. Perhaps, he would not admit it, and then, slowly, he would not think it had gone through it. But I know, I know it's been there. At first, it was like a black head growing in the skin. Day after day, it grew larger and harder, protruding above the smooth surface, becoming a mole. It is an unknowable thing, but there is no doubt that it is my cause of seven years and seven months.