Before I know him, I always thought that the world no one can understand me, I am the most lonely.
在我认识他之前，我一直以为这个世界上没有人能理解我，我是最孤独的。
Every time like a fool to tell others your hobby, your experience, your views on everything, just want to someone can understand your feeling of the heart. Can return is doesn’t matter, no one care about your feelings. No matter you are happy, or sad, or sad, and the like were sharp needles, deeply hurt my heart. Heartbroken, finally and one day to prevent it being hurt again, you must lock it up, don’t let anyone come into contact with, do you think you are no longer sad...
每次都像个傻瓜一样告诉别人你的爱好、你的经历、你对一切的看法，只想有人能理解你的内心感受。能否回报并不重要，没有人在乎你的感受。无论你是快乐，还是悲伤，还是悲伤，就像被锋利的针头，深深地刺痛了我的心。心碎了，终于有一天，为了防止再次受伤，你必须把它锁起来，不要让任何人接触，你是否认为自己不再悲伤…
Whenever night comes, however, think of mom, still can’t help but shed tears, but you can’t cry in the daytime, because you can not let others see your vulnerability. I have been think parents’ love is eternal, no matter how the time is gone, you how again, mom won’t change, but I was wrong, wrong. Originally, from which the car travel, means that she is becoming more and more far away from me, she didn’t come back, I lost her, I pretend doesn’t matter, only oneself know, heart in drop of blood, it is very painful, very painful, really very painful...
每当夜晚来临，然而，想到妈妈，仍然忍不住流下眼泪，但你不能在白天哭泣，因为你不能让别人看到你的弱点。我一直认为父母的爱是永恒的，无论时光如何流逝，你又如何，妈妈不会改变，但我错了，错了。原来，从这辆车出发，意味着她离我越来越远，她没有回来，我失去了她，我假装没什么，只有自己知道，心在滴血，很痛，很痛，真的很痛……
Ya can understand my pain, for him, I know that I am lucky, and my mother at least 14 years of memories, but he doesn’t even have a moment recall memories, sometimes really do not understand the adults, why attached to us these children suffer together, we are innocent, dad always said she was here in front of me is bad, how bad, there is always force me to call her back, call me crying she came back, I can’t do that, can’t do that, really can’t do that, I will not cry, will not cry to call her back, she hated amoi will not come, I would not keep, don’t come back will never come back. In you don’t answer my phone, that moment, I will you it doesn’t matter, I thank you my birth, but, why do you want to let me so you take, my heart aches, it hurts, I am doing something wrong, do something wrong, do you want to do this to me. However, it doesn’t matter, I like when you have never appeared.
的你能理解我的痛，对他来说，我知道我很幸运，而我母亲至少有14年的回忆，但他连回忆都没有一刻，有时候真的不懂大人，为什么依恋我们这些孩子一起受苦，我们是无辜的，爸爸总是说她在我面前是不好的，有多糟糕，总有强迫我回电话给她，哭着叫我她回来，我做不到，做不到，真的做不到，我不会哭，不会哭着叫她回来，她恨阿美不会来，我不会留，不会回来永远不会回来。在你不接我电话的那一刻，我会对你无所谓，我感谢你我的出生，但是，你为什么要让我这么做，我的心很痛，很痛，我做错了什么，做错了什么，你想这样对我吗。不过，没关系，我喜欢你从来没出现过的时候。
He is single parent families, I like him strong, also said that he is more pitiful, his mother had left him, he is very optimistic, at least in front of people, he can pretend to be happy, don’t know is who said that the most happy laughter, that must have hurt is that, every time do homework in the classroom, can always hear a burst of laughter coming from out of the window, very big very presumptuous, but who know in such a people who love to laugh have a lonely heart.
的他是单亲家庭，我喜欢他坚强，也说他比较可怜，他妈妈已经离开了他，他很乐观，至少在人们面前，他可以装得很开心，不知道是谁说的最开心的笑声，那一定是伤害了那，每次在教室里做作业，总能听到窗外传来阵阵笑声，很大很放肆，但谁知道在这样一个爱笑的人心里却有一颗孤独的心。
Every time I see his back, alone in the corner of the classroom to write, shuttle between dining room and the classroom alone...
每次我看到他的背影，就一个人在教室的角落里写，独自穿梭于餐厅和教室之间……
Don’t know, when the dead of night, he will also weep alone? But never like me so fragile.
的人不知道，当夜深人静的时候，他还会独自哭泣吗？但从来没有像我这样脆弱。
Everyone in this big world, is likely to be looking for a have the same with oneself, experience, snuggling in a corner of the world.
这个大世界上的每个人，都有可能在寻找一个和自己一样，有经验，依偎在世界一角的人。
When I’m sad, he will comfort me, in his own painful past, tell me to be strong, to be as optimistic as he. When the helpless, the first thought is he...
当我伤心时，他会安慰我，在自己痛苦的过去，告诉我要坚强，要像他一样乐观。无奈之时，第一个想到的是他……
Once, I asked students borrowed rice card two yuan, after the event, she said to me, "he Carrie’s money more than this, that doesn’t mean to say with me, I have no explanation, just said I took just two yuan, I very grievance, I cried and ran out, I don’t know what to do, I don’t have that much money is she, it took me only two yuan, I thought of him, I ran to the classroom, I don’t see him, a classmate and I said he go to school the supermarket downstairs, I ran to the it again, he is on the payment, I see him he has more than eighty CARDS shown on the counter, I borrowed from him, he immediately borrowed, I can’t wait to rush into the classroom. Give the card to her, tell her, how much how much less, but I took just two yuan, case-dough tears in her eyes was not started again, have wronged, sad also have moved, for a stranger just know soon, he also can be so believe, however, a man with a semester of, don’t believe you, it’s ironic, ah.
有一次，我问同学借了饭卡2元钱，事后，她对我说：“何嘉莉的钱不止这些，那不代表跟我说，我也没有解释，只是说我只拿了2元钱，我很委屈，我哭着跑了出来，我不知道该怎么办，我没有那么多钱是她，只花了我2元钱，我想到他，我跑到教室，我没看见他，一个同学和我说他去学校楼下的超市，我又跑到它那里，他正在付款，我看到他柜台上有80多张卡片，我向他借了，他立即借钱，我迫不及待地冲进教室。把卡片交给她，告诉她，少了多少钱，但我只拿了两元钱，箱子里的面团眼泪没有在她眼里重新开始，有委屈，也有伤心，对于一个陌生人刚知道不久，他也可以这么相信，不过，一个男人有一个学期，不相信你，真是讽刺，啊。
In this school, my first birthday, is also full of tears, but not because of moving.
在这所学校，我的第一个生日，也是充满了泪水，但不是因为感动。
Birthday the day before, my deskmate is a boy in our class to class name is a boy, and said he have words and I said, say that like me, I also like him, in fact, I and he is just a village. Childhood playmates, and murakami’s people go to school together, four or five years I not come back, to see him, and talk more, childhood memories of her, happy, because of ignorance and innocence, because pure and simple, because simple and happy, but some thought not pure classmates think slanting. I don’t cry because she blather, but this better be defiled by her.
的生日前一天，我的同桌是我们班的一个男生，对班上的一个男生说他有话跟我说，说喜欢我，我也喜欢他，其实我和他只是一个村子。儿时玩伴，和村上春树的人一起上学，四五年我都没回来，看他，多说话，儿时回忆她，快乐，因为无知和天真，因为单纯和单纯，因为单纯和快乐，但也有一些认为不单纯的同学觉得歪。我不会因为她吵闹而哭，但这最好是被她玷污了。
After the event, I request to swap places, to the teacher in charge, and tell the teacher in charge in this matter, sit at the same table also apologized to me, also let me understand the tears for the first time the sentence "sorry" because you will not disappear, I will not because you’re a "sorry" and helped to tears of canthus. Disappear is the relationship between us.
事后，我要求调换位置，向主管老师交代，并告诉主管老师这件事，坐在同一张桌子上也向我道歉，也让我第一次明白了眼泪中的“对不起”这句话，因为你不会消失，我不会因为你的一句“对不起”而帮助流泪的。消失的是我们之间的关系。
Birthday that day, the teacher said to the two classmates to buy cakes buy a cake to celebrate my birthday, I don’t want to, because I was afraid of, have any questions on the female classmate in our class but the teacher insisted on, because don’t have much money, I was only out of the twenty dollars.
生日那天，老师说要给两个同学买蛋糕买蛋糕来庆祝我的生日，我不想，因为我害怕，有任何问题要问我们班上的女同学但老师坚持，因为我没有多少钱，我只是出了问题20美元。
To school, don’t know if I am too sensitive, I saw the classmates together, I don’t listen to, I think they have opinions about the cake, for I have opinions. I turned away and cried as he ran, I ran to the classroom to cry, actually just small voice SOB, also see someone come, then I wipe the tears canthus, pretended not to happen. But I really can’t help, eye tears fall down, I run away again, this time, I thought of, want parents to send money, can only remember the mother’s telephone, to call her, I hold the phone, I don’t know how long telephone dial, just called and said the most, just say to send money. But when I went to take money, didn’t know he did not send money to come over.
上学，不知道我是否太敏感，我看到同学们在一起，我不听，我想他们对蛋糕有意见，因为我有意见。我转身哭了，他一边跑，我跑到教室里哭，其实只是小声啜泣，也看到有人来，然后我擦了擦眼角的泪水，假装没有发生。但我真的忍不住，眼眶里的泪水掉了下来，我又跑开了，这一次，我想，要父母寄钱，只能记得母亲的电话，给她打电话，我拿着电话，我不知道电话拨了多久，刚打电话说得最多，就说要寄钱。但当我去拿钱的时候，不知道他没送钱过来。
Although, I think of a solution, but I still don’t heartache, I absent the lesson, the students went to the music classroom, and I a person curled up in the corner of the classroom, weep alone. Think for the first time, I am a no home child, for the first time feel the society is so reality. The class was over, I want to go wash my face, and at the corner of the stairs I met ya again, every time the most mess in my most sad, is always met him, I do not know is the fate, or the school is too small, and at the same time he always ask: who hit you? As if to help me to beat back, every time is so always have a much better, at least in this world or someone to care about why I cry...
虽然，我想了办法，但我还是不心痛，我没上课，同学们去了音乐教室，我一个人蜷缩在教室的角落里，独自哭泣。第一次想，我是一个没有家的孩子，第一次觉得社会是如此的现实。下课了，我想去洗脸，在楼梯拐角处我又遇到了你，每次最乱的时候我都最难过，总是遇到他，我不知道是命运，还是学校太小了，同时他总是问：是谁打你的？好像是帮我打回来的，每次都是那么的总是有好多好多，至少在这个世界上还是有人在乎我为什么哭…
We are two have the same experience, encounter with the same have a lot in common. He has a very good, not so much wrong. Sad, we will comfort each other, happy, also can share together, very simple also very happy!
我们两个有着同样的经历，遇到同样的有很多共同点。他有一个很好的，没有那么多错。伤心的时候，我们会互相安慰，开心的时候，也可以一起分享，很简单也很开心！