Twenties

  我们今年二十一二岁，

烦恼的时候不再发牢骚.我们静静的 静静的看着听着 这很现实又很虚伪的世界.... 我们今年二十一二岁，明明很想哭，却还在笑。 明明很在乎，却装作无所谓。 明明很想留下，却坚定的说要离开。 明明很痛苦，却偏偏说自己很幸福。 明明忘不掉，却说已经忘了。 明明放不下，却说他是他，我是我。 明明舍不得，却说我已经受够了。明明说的是违心的假话，却说那是自己的真心话。 明明眼泪都快溢出眼眶，却高昂着头。 明明已经无法挽回，却依旧执着。 明明知道自己很受伤，却说你不必觉得欠我的。 明明这样伪装着很累，却还得依旧.

为的只是隐藏起自己的脆弱，即使很难过，也会装的无所谓，只是不愿别人看见自己的伤口，不想让自己周围的人担心，不想让别人同情自己，只想在心底独自承受，虽然心疼的难以呼吸，却笑着告诉所有人“我没事的！”然后静下来时，自己便笑话自己，何必把自己伪装的那么坚强! 

  

  We are twenties this year. 

When we are in doubt, we no longer complain. 

We would just watch and listen to this realistic yet pathetic world, silently and sarcastically. 

Now that we are twenties. 

We hold back our tears and disguise them as smiles that we are wearing when all we want to do is cry. 

We mind and we care but we act as if we are okay without them. 

We thought of staying back but we acted to insist on leaving. 

We are actually in great pain but we would rather tell the others that we are in felicity. 

We are actually unable to separate apart but we would just said it has been forgotten. 

We are actually reluctant to let someone or somebody go but we kept telling that "I'm sick of them!". 

We actually spoke those words which go against our true feelings but we always claim that it is the utmost truth on the inside of us. 

When the tears are about to drop we would just lift our head held high again without letting the tears flowing flawlessly. 

We are still insisting on those impossibilities. 

We tell others not to be guilty despite the fact that we actually get hurt. 

Disguising is tiring, but it is an art of getting used to things. 

Why we are doing so? 

It is merely to hide the fragility in ourselves. 

Though we are sad and feeling despair, we would just pretend as if we are okay 

for the sake of consoling those around us and trying hard not to let them discover our wounds. 

We would not need others to sympathise us. 

We would just withhold the hurt feeling in ourselves and try our best to get over it. 

No matter how brokenhearted we are, 

regardless of the feeling of heart-peeling or suffocation we get, 

we would just show the people a smile and tell them all "I'm fine!". 

Back then, we would sit down and stay calm alone and start laughing out loud at our silliness, 

"What for we are so well-disguising and pretending to be so strong, so immaculate, so unbeatable and rigid and immortal?" 

  And we are twenties this year. 

Today is where your book begins. The rest is still unwritten.