他看我的眼神...他不知道我缺少什么,或者我是...怎样地不完整,他视我为我自己我本身的样子,他很高兴见到,我每次都是...每天都是。
When he looks at me, the way he looks at me...he does not know what I lack...Or how...I am incomplete. He sees me...for what I am...as I am. He's happy...to see me, every time...every day.
"无法感知你的形状,你与我缠绵,将我环绕
知你存在 我眼中满映着你的爱
让我心生宁静
因你无处不在"
"Unable to perceive the shape of You.
I find You all around me.
Your presence fills my eyes with Your love.
It humbles my heart.
For You are everywhere."
他沉默得像坟墓一样,但要是放屁也算恭维的话,他可就是莎士比亚了。
Man is as silent as a grave. But if farts were flattery...honey, he'd be Shakespeare.
矮个子都很坏, 我从没遇见过从头好到尾的矮个子,绝对没有,全部都是背后捅刀子的小贱人,也许是因为下层的空气,氧气不够之类的。
Short people are mean. I never met a short man that stayed nice all the way through. No, sir. Mean little backstabbers, all of them. Maybe it's the air down there, not enough oxygen or something.
我不知道,我不知道我是怎么了,真不知道,我看着镜子,却只认得这双眼睛,安在一张老迈的脸上,有时候我想,我要么是生得太早,要么是生得太晚,也许我们都是遗留残片。
Because I don't. I don't know what happened to me. I don't know. I look in the mirror and the only thing that I recognize are these eyes...in this old man's face.You know, sometimes I think I was either born too early or too late for my life. Maybe we're both just relics.
我们这样宣扬,但只是一种输出,之所以宣扬 就是因为我们自己不用。
We sell it, but it's an export. We sell it, because we don't use it.