《AI也会写小说》yuanyuan安

37、英文4

　　翻译：门咔哒一声关上了，房间安静了下来。一阵微风飘过，拉扯着窗帘，带来了淡淡的雨点。雨滴很小，不足以引起注意，但仍然在那里。它们轻轻地落在他的皮肤上，如果他没有那样敏锐的感官，几乎听不见。但他确实有敏锐的感官，这才是最重要的。他的眼睛从他们闭上的地方飞快地睁开。他不记得一开始就睡着了，甚至不记得上床睡觉。

　　在窗口的角落是另一个窗口。客房俯瞰着街道。从窗户的角落里，你可以看到人们走过，他们的头随着他们的走路而移动。人们在下面的人行道上走来走去，他们都在做他们的日常工作。雨已经缓缓到只有一点点细雨，但天空仍然是黑暗的。如果你看得足够用力，你可以看到月亮和星星从头顶的云层中探出头来。它很漂亮，但也有点令人毛骨悚然。

　　只是他们知道街道会有多吵。一切都会变得多么响亮。这有时会让他生气。光是想想就让他比平时更生气。他不是故意这么想的。他知道这样想是个坏主意。讨厌这样的人，但他却身不由己。他忍不住憎恨那些对别人这样做的人。谁伤害了别人。他恨他们。所以，这么多。

　　他坐了起来。没过多久，他的思绪就会回到他曾经和父亲一起看电影的那些时光。只有他们两个人，坐在电视机前看电影，笑着笑着。有时他们会玩游戏，他会赢，但他总是确保在他这样做之前道歉。总是。他知道这很粗鲁。自从他父亲去世后，情况更是如此。这不公平。他的父亲不应，但话又说回来，他不应该让这种情况发生在他身上。

　　但是，他仍然记得自己还小，想要他的父亲在身边。他真正能记住的只是他父亲抱着他时给他的安全感和保障感。当他唱歌给他听时，他们坐在一起看电视。他记得当他紧紧抱住他时，把头靠在他父亲的胸膛上的感觉是多么美好。或者当他蜷缩着睡觉时感觉有多舒服。这让他感到安全，温暖，被爱。他记得那些日子，他的父亲会抱着他，给他唱歌。

　　很好。能够与无条件爱他的人共度时光。一个深切关心他的人。很高兴知道有一天他可能会在这样的家庭中得到一个机会。知道有人会无条件地爱他真是太好了。有人会关心他。有人想和他在一起。有人会想永远和他在一起。有人想和他在一起。有人会照顾他。有人想和他在一起。

　　那个人。

　　是他。一直都是他。

　　现在。。。现在他走了。永远。他已经永远走了。永远消失了。

　　原文：The door clicks shut and the room falls silent. A gentle breeze floats through, ruffling the curtains and bringing with it a faint hint of rain. The raindrops are small, not enough to be noticeable, but there nonetheless. They fall lightly on his skin, almost inaudible if he didn’t have sharp senses like that. But he does have sharp senses and that’s what matters most. His eyes flutter open from where they had been closed. He doesn’t remember falling asleep or even getting into bed in the first place. It must have been the rain.
　　In the corner of the window is another window. It looks out onto the street. From the corner of the window you can see the people walking by and their heads moving as they walk. People walk up and down the sidewalk below, all of them going about their daily business. The rain has slowed to just a light drizzle, but the sky is still dark. If you look hard enough, you can see the moon and stars peeking out from the clouds overhead. It’s beautiful, but it’s also a bit creepy. There’s no way the people who live here actually enjoy having the sky above them at night because they are all so damn loud. It’s so much noise pollution, the sound bouncing off the walls of the houses and causing everyone to hear it all the time. Not that there isn’t any good music, but it sounds like the whole world is screaming right now.
　　It’s just that they know how loud the streets can get. How loud everything can become. And it makes him angry sometimes. Just thinking about it makes him angrier than usual. He doesn’t mean to think it. He knows it’s a bad idea to think such things. To hate people like this, but he can’t help himself. He can’t help hating people who do this to others. Who hurt other people. He hates them. So, so much.
　　He sits up. It doesn’t take long for his mind to go back to those times when he used to watch movies with his father. It was just the two of them, sitting in front of the television watching movies, laughing and smiling. Sometimes they would play games and he’d win, but he’d always make sure to apologize afterwards before he did. Always. He knew that was rude. Even more so since his dad died. It wasn’t fair. His dad shouldn’t have to die, but then again he should have never let this happen to him. It’s not right.
　　But, he still remembers being little and wanting his dad around. All he could really remember though was the feeling of safety and security his dad gave him when he held him. When he sang songs to him as they sat together watching TV. He remembered how nice it felt to lay his head against his dad’s chest as he hugged him close. Or how comfortable it felt when he slept curled up against him. It made him feel safe, warm, loved. He remembers the days when his dad would just hold him and sing him songs. It made him feel safe. It made him happy. He remembers the nights when he would tell stories about growing up with his parents. His mom would read some sort of book while his dad and he sat on the couch talking about how their lives were, about how lucky they were to have each other.
　　It was nice. Being able to spend time with someone who loved him unconditionally. Someone who cared about him deeply. It was nice knowing that one day he might get a chance at a family like that. It was nice knowing that someone would love him unconditionally. That someone would care about him. That someone would want to be with him. That someone would want to be with him forever. That someone would want to be with him. That someone would care for him. That someone would want to be with him. That someone would want to be with him. That someone would care for him. That someone would want to be with him. That someone would care for him. That someone would want to be with him.
　　That person.
　　It’s him. It’s always been him.
　　And now… now he’s gone. Forever. He’s gone for good. Gone forever.

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作者有话要说：　　又是英文，嘿嘿，小梦写的英文感觉还不错啊，也不知道它从哪里学的。
顺便感谢一下之前评论的几位读者，蠢作者不太会用晋江，没有回复你们，在这里感谢啦。