在一个BBS上看到的，但作者不详。

I am a child,
Hurting, but no one loves.
Take a loaf sugar for soon melting in hand.

Stand in the wayside,
looking at the crowd come and go.
I hope,
a warm hand is tight and tight to hold tight me.
Pulling me cuts through the crowd,
walking into a place for only having grass with fresh flowers.
Smile me immediately after.

I smiled, but still stands in the wayside,
The loaf sugar in the hand makes the small hand the again dirty gluing again.

That hands can't appear.
I throw away the loaf sugar,
runs into the crowd myself,
Then disappeared.


我是一个孩子，
一个受伤但没有人心疼的孩子。
手里拿着快要融化的糖块。

站在路边，看着人群过往。
我希望，被一个温暖的手紧紧抓住。
拉着我穿过人群，走进一个只有小草和鲜花的地方。
然后给我微笑。

我笑了，可还站在路边，
手中的糖块弄得小手又脏又粘。

那双手不会出现了。
我丢掉糖块，自己冲进人群，
然后消失了。