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《Call Me By Your Name 以你的名字呼喚我》中譯修訂 page 52 你是我的歸宿


---原文---

Was he my home, then, my homecoming?

You're my homecoming. When I'm with you and we're well together, there is nothing more I want. You make me like who I am, who I become when you're with me, Oliver. If there is any truth in the world, it lies when I with you, and if I found the courage to speak my truth to you one day, remind me to light a candle in thanksgiving at every altar in Rome.


---中譯修訂---

他是我的家,是我的歸宿嗎?

你是我的歸宿。當我在你身邊,當我們和睦相處時,我已別無所求。奧利佛,是你讓我喜歡自己,那個有你在身邊時的自己。如果這世上有真理存在,那就是當我們在一起的時候。如果有天我鼓起勇氣向你說出真心話,請提醒我要在羅馬的每個聖壇上點燃感謝的蠟燭。

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