我想把现在的感受记录下来作为一种礼物送给自己。这样的经历我还从未有过，我觉得困倦和寒冷都不重要，自己内心里的期待与绝望才是真的，因为它们也是生活的一部分。
I would like to record the feeling as a gift to myself. I have never had such experience, I feel sleepy and cold is not important, their hearts in the expectations and despair is true, because they are a part of life.
大概有两米远的距离，房间的窗户像是两只聚焦的眼睛和我对视。此时的我正坐在红色的手掌形状的沙发上等待黎明降临。屋里漆黑，只听到翻来覆去的睡眠和低声叹息，不知道为什么这样的场景像是一个巨大的包袱压在黑夜里我的肩膀。
About two meters away, the window of the room looks like two focus on the eyes and I look at each other. At this point I was sitting in the red hand in the shape of the sofa waiting for the dawn. In the dark room, i only heard over and over sleep and whispered sigh and i don't know why such scenes like a huge burden on the night of my shoulder.
凌晨三点二十分，我可以清晰地听到来自马路上急驶而过的汽车的轰鸣，也可以感受得到绝望的人呼吸里每一次苦难的碰撞。这就是生活吗。我知道隔壁房间里打麻将的人还在喧嚣嬉笑。而在这里我孤独的等待黎明。
Twenty three o 'clock in the morning, I can hear clearly from the roar of the streams and the car on the road, can also be felt desperate people breathing every collision of suffering. This is life? I know people playing mahjong also in the hustle and bustle in the next room. And here I am lonely waiting for the dawn.
丢失了睡眠的人在床上躺着，在直直的坐着，一个狭小的房间里似乎都盛不下一股说不出来的难过。有人在痴 痴的睡，入梦是一件平常却幸福的事情。越来越冷了，全身不断的战栗才能获得更多的热量以供抵御这寒冷，而我可以做的就是这么沉默的等待，每一段悲伤里都有一个可以割破人最坚强的地方的利器。黑暗里的人总是这样伪装，黑暗里的人总是这样真实。
Lost sleep lying in bed, and sitting in straight in a cramped room seems to be not fit not to come out of sad. Someone in chi chi of sleep, it is a common but happy dream. It's becoming more and more cold, the whole body constantly shiver to get more heat for protection against the cold, and I can do is so silence of waiting, in every period of sadness, there is a can cutting people's strong place. Darkness always disguise, darkness of the people are always so real.
一个初次见面的女同学的父亲患上胰腺癌，这样的消息对她来说太过沉重，喝酒释放，从晚上九点她就沿着江边的马路一直走，我的迷糊的印象里那条路好长，黑色的夜幕下一个孤独的背影在那条路上越走越远直到消失在深夜里。我们每个人都会是黑夜里这条路上的行人过客，可是天就快亮了，我还记得她们唱起那首等下一个天亮。我不知道怎么去安慰，不知道怎么稀释这种难过，我能做的只有陪伴。有时候我也会想这样的自己会不会徒劳，可是有人说人生很多事本来就是徒劳的，我也就当做一个安慰和鼓励。
A female classmate's father first met with pancreatic cancer, the news is too heavy for her, drink much, from 9 o 'clock in the evening she would go straight along the river road, I confused by the road for a long, dark night in a lonely figure on the road more walk more far disappear until late at night. We are this road in the night of pedestrians passing, but the day will dawn, I still remember the first they sang, etc. The next morning. I don't know how to comfort, don't know how to dilute the sad,what I can do is to accompany. Sometimes i think I such will not in vain, but some people say that life had a lot of things is in vain, I will as a consolation and encouragement.
大街上应该是那些被打烊商店轰出来的学生。他们对话的声音都传到了高楼的耳朵。他们和我一样喜欢黑夜。有的人喜欢黑夜，喜欢那种夜深人静的荒凉。有的人喜欢黑夜，喜欢那种想象迸发跳跃的快感。
The street should be students who were out closed shop. The sound of their conversation came into the ears of the tall building. They like me, like the night. Some people like the dark night, like the night's desolate. Some people like the dark night, like that kind of imagination bursting leap of pleasure.
后来我们就会走散，像从未遇见的陌生人一样丢失彼此，像擦肩而过的笑容一样变成遗忘。这是一年的结局，仅仅是普通的一年而已。我们还有无数个这样的夜晚或深记心底或尽情忘记。吝惜祝福，却记得给朋友说晚安，然后我就心安理得的睡着。
Later we will be separated, lost each other like never met a stranger, like miss smile into oblivion. This is the end of the year, is just a regular year. We have thousands of such a night, or deep bottom of my heart or remember to forget. Spare blessing, but remember to say goodnight to friends, then I feel at ease to sleep.
