游戏【梦中的小白伞】(2)

外界的痛苦就像背景噪音。我把头埋在沙子里坐着，城市的建筑在我身上投下阴影。
I could only see what was in front of me. Nothing else mattered.
我只能看到眼前的东西。其他什么都不重要。
Nothing else could.
别的什么也做不到
I remenber climbing trees and paperplanes...
我记得爬树和纸飞机。。。
My childhood was a tim of discovery. A time of adventure and excitement.
我的童年是一个发现的时代。冒险和兴奋的时刻。
I was a stupid kid that could never say never. Life was so much simple.
我是个愚蠢的孩子，永远不会说永远不会。生活太简单了。
As I grew older, my life started to transition. As seasons change our souls do too. My childlike awe has greyed over time .

随着年龄的增长，我的生活开始转变。就像我们的德性和季节一起变化一样。我童稚而崇高理想随着时间一起逝去。
Anxieties became stresses. Stresses became brick walls. I started to feel trapped between them, like a prisoner in a cell for a crime he didn't commit.
焦虑变成了压力。压力厚重得和砖墙一样。我开始觉得自己被困在它们中间，就像一个囚室里的冤犯。
The skies and clouds were darkening. A storm was coming. A storm that I dreaded. A storm that would swallow me whole.
云天渐黯，黑云压城。暴风雨就要来了。那是极其可怕的暴风雨。那是会把我整个吞噬的暴风雨。
I slouch with a tall, wide umbrella as rain starts to trinkle down. I feel myself become a shadow of the kid I once was.