我在12岁会无数次幻想我的20岁，
At 12, I often imagined my 20s.
就像我20岁一样去幻想30岁的自己，
Just like at 20, imagining my 30s.
而20岁的我又会想童年的梦也许也不需要记得，
At 20, I thought childhood dreams didn’t need remembering.
害怕长成大人也毫无必要，
Fearing adulthood was unnecessary.
成长本来就是一场阵痛，
Growing up is journey that pain constantly waves back.
痛着痛着就长大了，
You grow through the pain.
人生很多事情毫无意义，
Many things in life are meaningless.
但在毫无意义中你又度过了一生，
Yet, you live your whole life in that meaninglessness.
生活不会给你讲大道理讲诗歌将艺术，
Life doesn’t teach you philosophy, poetry, or art.
不会因为你是少年就会对你温柔，
It won’t be kind to you because you’re young.
但。。但是什么呢？
But… but what?
也许也没什么 ：)
Maybe, nothing. :)
努力长大是在光阴里与自己玩的最好的游戏。
Trying to grow up is the best game you can play in any persepective.
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