我说不出这心为什么那样默默地颓丧着。 是为了它那不曾要求,不曾知道,不曾记得的小小的需要。 I cannot tell why this heart languishes in silence. It is for small needs it never asks, or knows or remembers.
Only till my natural death could I tell which of what I have been doing is right or wrong,so now I have to try to do well in everything,and then wait to die a natural death. 所以我现在所能做的就是尽力做好每一件事,然后等待着老死。