拥有我所拥有的，追求我所追求的

拿起笔，昨天的回忆，泪水，荣誉，微笑，鲜花，拥有我所拥有的，追求我所追求的，昨天是什么时候？

我还有多少个昨天？ 昨天曾经是，昨天是记忆中的一个时间。 为了昨天，我失去了太多，友谊，天真，善良，已经埋葬在昨天的黑暗之前，也许寻求和平是一种希望，肖会出现在每一个人的角落。 当考试来临的时候，我明白作为一个学生的任务，童年的歌声和笑声突然破碎了，也许太累了，为了荣誉，开始改变伪善，开始伪装自己，学会保持沉默，了解这个世界，知道这个世界并不完美，从那时起，一切都有一种奇怪的失望感。

有时候会说服自己，不去追求完美，残疾也是一种特殊的美，真正懂得，要开始为自己疗伤，不去追求什么是完美的，慢慢接受这个虚假的世界，告诉自己，明天一切都会改变，日复一日，年复一年，多少个明天，稀释了对明天的期待。 昨天，为这个世界感到悲伤，为所有事情的不完整感到悲伤，今天，我想说: 这不重要，我拥有我所拥有的，我追求或者我追求。 昨日挥手，抛开世俗的忧伤，假装一切都是完美的，给世界一个机会，相信它会变得完美。 戴上伪善的面具，走在繁华的大街上，呼吸着不同的空气，看着熟悉的伪装，里面是否会有我的陌生人。

昨日挥手，打破一切不可能，让谎言变得美丽，让邪恶趋向善良，世界啊将会在一场战斗中，每个角落都是那么的宁静。

也许它只是一个幻想，也许它只是一个梦，昨天挥手，只是想留下一个希望，不管是真是假。

英语翻译：

Pick up the pen, yesterday memories, tears, honor, smile, flowers, have what I have, pursue what I pursue, yesterday is when? How many yesterdays do I have? Yesterday was once, yesterday was a time in memory. In order to yesterday, I lost too much, friendship, innocence, kindness, has been buried in yesterday before dark, perhaps seeking peace is a kind of hope, Shaw will appear in every corner of a person. When an examination comes, I understand as a student's task, childhood singing and laughing all of a sudden broken, perhaps too tired, in order to honor, began to change the hypocrisy, began to disguise themselves, learn to keep a silence, to understand the world, knowing that the world wasn't perfect, and from then on, there was a strange sense of disappointment in everything. Sometimes will persuade themselves, do not pursue perfection, disability is also a kind of special beauty, really understand, to start for their own healing, not in pursuit of what is perfect, slowly accept this false world, tell yourself, tomorrow everything will change, day after day, year after year, how many tomorrow, dilute the expectations of tomorrow. Yesterday, sad for the world, sad for the incomplete of all things, today, I want to say: it does not matter, I have what I have, I pursue or I pursue. Wave Hands yesterday, put aside the sadness of the secular, pretend everything is perfect, give the world a chance, believe it will become perfect. Putting on the hypocritical mask, walking in the busy street, breathing this different air, looking at the familiar disguise, whether there will be my strangers inside. Wave hand yesterday, break all the impossible, let the lie become beautiful, let the evil tend to good, the World Oh will be in a fight, every corner is so peaceful. Maybe it is just a fantasy, maybe it is just a dream, waving yesterday, just want to leave a hope, whether true or false.