花样年华 1：What to Look for When Lost-泰亨
英语：大黑
中文（翻译）：우유ARMY
未经允许不许二传！！！ 有翻译问题直接私！！
TaeHyung
29 March Year 22
泰亨
22年3月29日
After the owner of the gas station spit on the ground and left, I just continued to lie there bunched up on the ground. He had caught me drawing graffiti on the back wall, and he beat me mercilessly. I thought I was used to getting hit, but it turned out I wasn't.
加油站老板吐了口唾沫就走了，我只好继续躺在那里，蜷成一团。他撞见我在后墙上涂鸦，就狠狠地打了我一顿。我以为我已经习惯挨打了，但事实证明并非如此。
I started spray painting graffiti some time ago. I thoughtlessly sprayed paint on a wall from a can someone had thrown away. The yellow paint sprayed onto a gray wall stood out distinctly. The sight felt oddly uneasy. I picked up another paint can and sprayed it over the yellow paint. I didn't like it either. Soon, I had used up all the cans. After the last one ran out, I threw it on the ground and stepped back was out of breath as if I had just sprinted at full speed.
我开始涂鸦有一段时间了。我不假思索地用别人扔掉的罐子在墙上喷漆。喷在灰色墙上的黄色油漆格外醒目。这景象使人感到奇怪的不安。我拿起另一个油漆罐，把它喷在黄色油漆上。我也不喜欢它。很快，我就用完了所有的罐子。用完最后一罐跑了后，我把它扔在地上，上气不接下气，就像我刚刚全速奔跑一样。
I didn't know what the colors on the wall signified. I also didn't know what I had drawn and why I had drawn it. But I could tell that it showed the state of my mind. I had sprayed my mind onto the wall. At first, I thought it was ugly. And dirty. And stupid, useless, and pitiful. I didn’t like it. I rubbed at the wet paint with the palm of my hand. I wanted to erase it all. The layers of paint smudged and blended together to create more combinations of colors. But I couldn't erase them. I sat down and leaned against the wall. It didn't matter whether I liked it or not. It didn't matter whether it was ugly or beautiful. It was just there as a part of me.
中文（翻译）：우유ARMY
未经允许不许二传！！！ 有翻译问题直接私！！
TaeHyung
29 March Year 22
泰亨
22年3月29日
After the owner of the gas station spit on the ground and left, I just continued to lie there bunched up on the ground. He had caught me drawing graffiti on the back wall, and he beat me mercilessly. I thought I was used to getting hit, but it turned out I wasn't.
加油站老板吐了口唾沫就走了，我只好继续躺在那里，蜷成一团。他撞见我在后墙上涂鸦，就狠狠地打了我一顿。我以为我已经习惯挨打了，但事实证明并非如此。
I started spray painting graffiti some time ago. I thoughtlessly sprayed paint on a wall from a can someone had thrown away. The yellow paint sprayed onto a gray wall stood out distinctly. The sight felt oddly uneasy. I picked up another paint can and sprayed it over the yellow paint. I didn't like it either. Soon, I had used up all the cans. After the last one ran out, I threw it on the ground and stepped back was out of breath as if I had just sprinted at full speed.
我开始涂鸦有一段时间了。我不假思索地用别人扔掉的罐子在墙上喷漆。喷在灰色墙上的黄色油漆格外醒目。这景象使人感到奇怪的不安。我拿起另一个油漆罐，把它喷在黄色油漆上。我也不喜欢它。很快，我就用完了所有的罐子。用完最后一罐跑了后，我把它扔在地上，上气不接下气，就像我刚刚全速奔跑一样。
I didn't know what the colors on the wall signified. I also didn't know what I had drawn and why I had drawn it. But I could tell that it showed the state of my mind. I had sprayed my mind onto the wall. At first, I thought it was ugly. And dirty. And stupid, useless, and pitiful. I didn’t like it. I rubbed at the wet paint with the palm of my hand. I wanted to erase it all. The layers of paint smudged and blended together to create more combinations of colors. But I couldn't erase them. I sat down and leaned against the wall. It didn't matter whether I liked it or not. It didn't matter whether it was ugly or beautiful. It was just there as a part of me.
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