他累了。

哭比做要累的多。

他得好好趁这个空档休息一会。

【我又愚笨。

Its true,I am slow.

又不聪明，骨子里也刻满了自卑。

I possess no wit,and my bones are etched with insecurity.

妈妈说得对，我本质里就是软弱。

Mama was right;weakness is at my core.

我拿什么还呢？

What could I possibly use to repay it?

我空空如也。

I have nothing.

我原以为挣脱了。

I thought I had broken free.

原以为那奋力一跃，至少能换得片刻的清醒与距离。

I thought that desperate leap would buy me at least a moment of clarity and distance.

可这生于我血肉的根须，从未真正放过我。

But these roots,born of my own flesh and blood, never truly let me go.

我奔逃的每一步，都在为它提供养分。

Every step of my flight nourished it.

我喘息的风，成了它吐纳的节奏。

The wind from my gasps became the rhythm of its breath.

我看向前方光亮时，它便沿着我的视线疯狂滋长。

When I looked toward the light ahead,it grew rampant along my line of sight.】

世界二完结。