{译介} ON SEEING THE 100% PERFECT GIRL ONE BEAUTIFUL APRIL MORNING

ON SEEING THE 100% PERFECT GIRL ONE BEAUTIFUL APRIL MORNING 
未说出的话
by Haruki Murakami
村上春树作
One beautiful April morning, on a narrow side street in Tokyo’s fashionable Harujuku nei***orhood, I walked past the 100% perfect girl.
四月的一个美丽清晨，在东京时尚的原宿区的狭窄小路上，我和我的100%完美女孩擦肩而过。
Tell you the truth, she’s not that good-looking. She doesn’t stand out in any way. Her clothes are nothing special. The back of her hair is still bent out of shape from sleep. She isn’t young, either - must be near thirty, not even close to a “girl,” properly speaking. But still, I know from fifty yards away: She’s the 100% perfect girl for me. The moment I see her, there’s a rumbling in my chest, and my mouth is as dry as a desert. 
说实话，她算不上好看。不论怎样她并不出众。衣服没有一点特别之处。背后的头发还是在睡梦中压弯的形状。她也不年轻，肯定接近30岁，确切的说，已经不再算是一个”女孩“了。但是，我在55米开外就知道：她是我的100%女孩。在我看见她的一瞬间，我甚至可以听见我心跳的砰砰声，嘴也干的就像是沙漠一样。
Maybe you have your own particular favorite type of girl - one with slim ankles, say, or big eyes, or graceful fingers, or you’re drawn for no good reason to girls who take their time with every meal. I have my own preferences, of course. Sometimes in a restaurant I’ll catch myself staring at the girl at the next table to mine because I like the shape of her nose.