花样年华 1：What to Look for When Lost-玧其(2)

A flame jumped out of the drum with a crack and flewup into the dark sky. I looked blankly at the flame tuning to pitch-black ash and falling to the ground. My face flushed from the heat of the fire. At that moment, I heard a loud bang, as if someone had slammed down on the piano keys with his fists. I looked back instinctively. My blood surged through my body. The nightmare I'd had in my childhood. It was the same sound I'd heard in that nightmare.
一团火焰从桶里蹦了出来，发出噼啪的响声，飞上了黑暗的天空。我茫然地看着火焰变成漆黑的灰烬，落在地上。我的脸因火而发红。就在那时，我听到一声巨响，好像有人用拳头猛击钢琴键。我本能地回头看。血在我的身体里涌动。我童年的噩梦。这和我在噩梦中听到的声音是一样的。
I started running towards the music shop. I wasn't in control, my body just moved on its own. I felt as if I'd done this countless times. I wasn't sure what it was, but it seemed like I’d forgotten something priceless.
我开始向音乐商店跑去。我控制不了我的身体，它在自己动。我觉得自己好像已经做过无数次了。我不知道那是什么，但我好像忘记了一件无价之宝。
Someone was sitting in front of a piano in the music shop with a broken window. It'd been several years, but I recognized his face immediately. I turned my eyes away. I didn't want to get involved in someone else's life I didn't want to try to console someone who was lonely. I didn't want to be important for someone. I wasn't sure I could protect that someone till the end. I wasn't confident I could stand by that someone till the end. I didn't want to hurt that someone. I didn't want to get hurt. It's hard enough for us to try to save ourselves when the last moment comes, let alone someone else.