promise you the moon空口許諾

I thought you were one woman with sense, but you're like all the rest of them. Fall for any man who'll promise you the moon and end by taking everything you have to give. Oh, don't trouble yourself, my dear. It's not your fault. I should have known it was on the chart. You've made your choice, the only choice you could make. You've chosen life, and that's as it should be, whatever the reckoning. And that's why I'm going away, my dear. I can't help you now. I can only confuse you more and destroy whatever chance you have left of happiness. You must make your own life amongst the living. And whether you'll meet fair winds or foul, find your own way to harbor in the end. Lucia, listen to me. Listen, my dear. You've been dreaming, dreaming of a sea captain that haunted this house, of talks you had with him, even a book you both wrote together, but, Lucia, you wrote the book, you and no one else. The book you imagined from his house, from his picture on the wall, from his gear lying around in every room. It's been a dream, Lucia. And in the morning and the years after, you'll only remember it as a dream, and it'll die, as all dreams must die at waking. How you'd have loved the North Cape and the fjords and the midnight sun, to sail across the reef at Barbados, where the blue water turns to green, to the Falklands where a southerly gale rips the whole sea white! What we've missed, Lucia! What we've both missed. Goodbye, my darling.

我本以為你是個明白事理的女人，可你跟其餘那些女人一樣。 誰給你許個天上的月亮，你就動心，最後把你能給的一切都掏出去。 哦，別費心了，親愛的。 這不是你的錯。 我早該知道，這事海圖上早就標著了。 你已經做了選擇，也是你唯一能做的選擇。 你選了活著，本來就該這樣，往後要算什麼賬，也隨它去。 所以我要走了，親愛的。 我現在幫不了你了。 我只會讓你更糊塗，把你剩下那點得到幸福的機會也毀掉。 你得在活人中間，過你自己的日子。 不管往後遇上的是順風還是逆風， 最後都得自己找到回港的路。 露西，聽我說。 聽我說，親愛的。 你一直在做夢，夢見一個在這屋子裡出沒的船長， 夢見你跟他說過的話，甚至夢見你們一起寫了本書。可露西，書是你寫的， 是你一個人寫的，沒別人。 那本書是你憑這座房子、牆上他的畫像、每個屋裡散落的他的東西想出來的。 那都是夢，露西。 到了早晨，往後一年年過去，你只會把它當成一場夢記得， 它會死的，就像夢一醒就都得死一樣。 你多會喜歡北角、峽灣和午夜的太陽啊， 駛過巴貝多的暗礁，那裡的海水從藍 變成綠；還有福克蘭群島，南來的大風把整片海撕成雪白！ 我們錯過了多少啊，露西！ 我們倆都錯過了多少。 再見，我的寶貝。