花样年华 1：Everything Started from Here 一切从这里开始-柾国(6)
“第三个定义是不是很奇怪?一个不可能变成现实的东西怎么能被称为梦想呢?”号锡回应道。“人们有时会告诉你要从梦中醒来。所以，如果你想在我们到达岩石之前掉头回家，那就别做梦了!”
Some of us laughed out loud, but the rest showed no reaction, probably because they had no more energy left. “That’s weird. How can something that you want to achieve most in your life and something that is unlikely to come true both be called a dream?” YoonGi said, giggling. “Maybe it means that people are that desperate. They just can’t give up on their dream even though they know they won’t come true. Don’t ever try to have a dream.” I looked at him in surprise. “How come?” YoonGi had started biting his nails and, feeling conscious of my glance, he put his hands in his pockets. “Because it’s tough having one.”
我们中的一些人放声大笑，但其他人没有反应，可能是因为他们已经没有力气了。“这很奇怪。你一生中最想实现的事情和不太可能实现的事情怎么能被称为梦想呢?”玧其咯咯地笑着说。“也许这意味着人们很绝望。他们就是不能放弃他们的梦想，即使他们知道他们不会实现。永远不要试图拥有梦想。”我惊讶地看着他。“怎么?”玧其开始咬指甲，意识到我的目光，他把手插进了口袋。“因为很难有一个。”
I was curious about why he bit his nails but didn’t ask. Instead, I looked down at my own fingers. It’d been a habit since my childhood to hurt myself. I don’t remember when it first started. All I can recall is the distinct feeling of cutting my finger on a knife one day. After the painful sensation passed, blood spurted from the wound. It felt numb and tingling at the same time. Mom took me to the hospital, and I had the wound stitched up, sterilized, and dressed. She pretended to make a fuss in front of the doctor but didn’t make me dinner or help me take my medicine after we got home. I didn’t really expect her to. She’d been like that since Dad left.
Some of us laughed out loud, but the rest showed no reaction, probably because they had no more energy left. “That’s weird. How can something that you want to achieve most in your life and something that is unlikely to come true both be called a dream?” YoonGi said, giggling. “Maybe it means that people are that desperate. They just can’t give up on their dream even though they know they won’t come true. Don’t ever try to have a dream.” I looked at him in surprise. “How come?” YoonGi had started biting his nails and, feeling conscious of my glance, he put his hands in his pockets. “Because it’s tough having one.”
我们中的一些人放声大笑，但其他人没有反应，可能是因为他们已经没有力气了。“这很奇怪。你一生中最想实现的事情和不太可能实现的事情怎么能被称为梦想呢?”玧其咯咯地笑着说。“也许这意味着人们很绝望。他们就是不能放弃他们的梦想，即使他们知道他们不会实现。永远不要试图拥有梦想。”我惊讶地看着他。“怎么?”玧其开始咬指甲，意识到我的目光，他把手插进了口袋。“因为很难有一个。”
I was curious about why he bit his nails but didn’t ask. Instead, I looked down at my own fingers. It’d been a habit since my childhood to hurt myself. I don’t remember when it first started. All I can recall is the distinct feeling of cutting my finger on a knife one day. After the painful sensation passed, blood spurted from the wound. It felt numb and tingling at the same time. Mom took me to the hospital, and I had the wound stitched up, sterilized, and dressed. She pretended to make a fuss in front of the doctor but didn’t make me dinner or help me take my medicine after we got home. I didn’t really expect her to. She’d been like that since Dad left.
我们离婚了,你别这样