如果写作成为一种职业
If writing becomes a job
那么是否注定要为生活编造谎言呢？
will it not all be about lies and deceit?
小嫣又是不是我自己的一个谎言？
Isn't Xiao Yan my very lie?
或者是我无趣生活中一个假像罢了
Or might she be an illusion created out of boredom
可是我给她的叛逆总是让我有些失望
The treachery I planted in her still leaves me disappointed
或者曾经的痛楚会蒙蔽我的双眼
The many hardships of life blind my eyes
我似乎又错过了什么呢？
What is it that i am missing
什么呢？
What is it?
脑子里记录的一幅幅瞬间的现实与幻境
All those thoughts just play like movies in my head
我的眼睛告诉了我
From what I see
我该创造这样的一个世界……
I should create a world like this