神经干

Crime is for the iron-nerved, who have their choice either to endure it, or, if it press too hard, to exert their fierce and savage strength for a good purpose, and fling it off at once!

罪恶是那种神经如钢铁的人干的，他们自己可以选择：要么甘心忍受；要么在受压过甚时便运用自己凶猛的蛮力，振臂一甩，以达目的！

Small town hearts of the New Year Brought down by gravity, crystal clear City fog and brave dialogue converge on the frontier Make haste, I feel your heartbeat With new taste for speed, out on the street Find a road to a humble abode where both of our routes meet The silver sound is all around and the colors fall like snow The feeling of letting go, I guess we'll never know Cheer up and dry your damp eyes and tell me when it rains And I'll blend up that rainbow above you and shoot it through your veins Cuz your heart has a lack of color and we should've known That we'd grow up sooner or later cuz we wasted all our free time alone Your nerves gather with the altitude Exhale the stress so you don't come unglued Somewhere there is a happy affair, a ghost of a good mood Wide eyed, panic on the getaway The high tide could take me so far away VCR's and motorcars unite on the Seventh Day A popular gauge will measure the rage of the new Post-Modern Age Cuz somewhere along the line all the decades align We were the crashing whitecaps On the ocean And what lovely seaside holiday, away A palm tree in Christmas lights My emotion Struck a sparkling tone like a xylophone As we spent the day alone

小城镇的心，新的一年下跌所带来的严重性，清澈城市雾和勇敢的对话，衔接，对前作出匆忙，我觉得您的心跳与新口味速度，列于街找到一条道路，以谦虚的居留权，如我们的路线，满足银的声音是所有周围的颜色一样，属于雪感觉不放，我猜想我们将永远不知道欢呼起来，擦干潮湿的眼睛和告诉我，下雨时我将融入了以上的表示，彩虹，你射击，透过您的静脉 cuz你的心有一个缺乏色彩，我们应该已经被称为我们要长大，迟早的事cuz我们浪费了我们所有的空闲时间，单你的神经，收集与高空呼出的压力，让您不来脱胶某处有一个愉快的事，鬼，一个良好的情绪广泛的眼睛，恐慌就逃走高潮流可以采取我那么远录像机的团结和汽车上第七天流行的衡量措施，将风靡一时的新后现代的年龄 cuz某处线沿线的所有几十年来对齐我们被撞毁whitecaps 就海洋什么可爱的海边度假，远离一棵棕榈树在圣诞灯我的情感一个晶莹剔透的语气就像一个木琴作为我们花了一天单

Really very repugnant such, spiritless, likes crying, also easy to rely on others', is a friend cries insect's tear this love to dry, then leaves, sees this love to cry insect's tear fermentation to come out, always that likes showing off power, then likes camouflaging, then that wants no longer to go to think that -- that each pain spot is affecting the tear nerve ......Wants to be busy diligently oneself, does not have the time to think, so long as but a free time, is at present slightly Man Man the form interweaves, overlaps in the same place, has smiles, has the vitality, has happily ......Only, does not have the sound, in that kind of silent darkness, does not have a sound, only has a mind in the speech, is calling, is shouting, bit by bit, the tear falls from the corner of the eye ......

真的很讨厌这样的自己，懦弱，爱哭，又容易依赖别人的自己，是一个朋友将这个爱哭虫的眼泪擦干，然后又离开，见这个爱哭虫的眼泪发酵出来，总是那么喜欢逞强，那么喜欢伪装，那么那么地想要不再去想——那每一个痛点都牵动着眼泪的神经……努力地想让自己忙起来，没有时间去想，但是只要微微一空闲，眼前就是满满的身影交织，重叠在一起，有笑，有生气，有开心……唯独，没有声音，在那种寂静的黑暗之中，没有一丝声音，只有心在说话，叫着，喊着，一点一点，眼泪从眼角滑落

But we don't care about Battlegrounds.

但我们并不在乎沙场中的显露。

Ah! don't mention it, the butcher's shop is a horror.

啊！不用提了。提到肉，真是糟透了。