没有长亭古道,连一个正式的告别都没有,青春糊里糊涂地就过去了。
ThereisnoancientroadofChangting,notevenaformalfarewell,andyouthismuddledaway.
所有的离开都是有征兆的,你的怀疑都是真的,他该让你失望的事,从来都没辜负过你。
Therearesignsforallthedepartures.Yourdoubtsaretrue.Whatheshouldletyoudownhasneverfailedyou.
我时常和我的孤独翻脸,然后又坐下来哭着和好。
Ioftenturnagainstmyloneliness,andthensitdownandcryandmakeup.
人生就像不停在用的铅笔,开始很尖,但慢慢地就磨得圆滑了。不过,太过圆滑了,就差不多又该挨削了。
Lifeislikeapencilthatneverstopsusing.It'ssharpatfirst,butit'ssmoothslowly.However,it'stoosmooth,soit'salmosttimetocutagain.
从前的我们都希望从别人身上获得安全感,直到现在我才明白,伸手祈求一点温暖,不如自己把大衣裹结实点,等别人带路不如自己手机导航,期待下一秒的天晴不如记住自己带伞。
Inthepast,weallwantedtogetasenseofsecurityfromothers.Untilnow,Iunderstandthatit'sbettertostretchoutmyhandtoprayforalittlewarmththantowrapmyovercoatfirmly.Whenotherpeopleleadtheway,it'sbettertonavigatewithmymobilephone.Whenit'ssunnyinthenextsecond,it'sbettertoremembertotakeanumbrella.
“你做梦是彩色的还是黑白的?”
“黑白的吧,白日梦嘛,白底黑梦,像素描一样。”
“没出息,编还不编个彩色的?”
“彩色的太逼真了,太逼真就不是梦了,我就想想,不能当真。”
"Doyoudreamincolororinblackandwhite?"
"Blackandwhite,daydreaming,blackandwhite,likedrawing."
"It'snotworthit.Can'tyoumakeacolorone?"
"Thecoloristoolifelike.It'snotadreamifit'stoolifelike.I'llthinkaboutit.Ican'ttakeitseriously."
以前我不太相信喜欢会被消耗殆尽,但后来我开始明白,人和人之间只要有了喜欢,就会有期待。
我们都在期待自己喜欢的人,能用自己喜欢的方式来爱自己,然后用自己以为好的方式去爱别人,但这中间太复杂,一旦两个人不搭就很难继续喜欢。
BeforeIdidn'tbelievethatlikingwouldbeexhausted,butlaterIbegantounderstandthataslongastherewaslikingbetweenpeople,therewouldbeexpectations.Wearealllookingforwardtothepersonwelike,toloveourselvesinthewaywelike,andthenloveothersinthewaywethinkisgood,butthisistoocomplicated,oncetwopeopledonotmatch,itisdifficulttocontinuetolike.
拖延才是彻底的拒绝,看似还留有一点温情,其实说白了不仅不喜欢你,还懒得解释为什么不喜欢你。Procrastinationisacompleterefusal.Itseemsthatthereisstillalittlewarmthleft.Infact,Idon'tlikeyou,andIdon'twanttoexplainwhyIdon'tlikeyou.
如果此时你也抬头看月亮,那就是我们唯一的联系。
Ifyoulookupatthemoonatthattime,that'souronlyconnection.