The rain, it started tapping on the window near my bed. There was a loophole in my dreaming, 雨，它开始拍打靠近我的床在窗户上。有我梦想着一个漏洞，

so I got out of it. And to my surprise my eyes were wide and already open. 所以我离开了它。而让我惊讶的我的眼睛睁得大大，并已打开。

Just my nightstand and my dresser where those nightmares had just been. 只是我的床头，我的梳妆台上那些地方做恶梦刚刚被。

So I dressed myself and left then, out into the gray streets. 所以，我穿好衣服，然后离开，出去进灰的街道。

But everything seemed different and completely new to me. 但是，一切都显得不同，全新的我。

The sky, the trees, houses, buildings, even my own body. 天空，树木，房屋，建筑物，甚至是我自己的身体。

And each person I encountered, I couldn't wait to meet. 每个人我遇到了，我就迫不及待地见面。

I came upon a doctor who appeared in quite poor health. 我来到后，医生谁出现在卫生相当差。

I said "{I am terribly sorry but} there is nothing I can do for you 我说：“ {很抱歉，但}有什么我能为您做什么

{that} you can't do for yourself." { }那你不能为自己做的。 “

He said "Oh yes you can. Just hold my hand. I think that would help." 他说：“哦，是的，你可以，只是握着我的手，我觉得这会有所帮助。 ”

So I sat with him a while and then I asked him how he felt. 因此，我与他同坐了一会儿，然后我问他感觉怎么样。

He said, "I think I'm cured. No, in fact, I'm sure. 他说， “我想我已经痊愈了，没有，其实，我敢肯定。

Thank you Stranger, for your therapeutic smile." 谢谢你的陌生人，为您治疗的微笑。 “

So that is how I learned the lesson that everyone is alone. 所以这是我的教训，每个人都是孤独。

And your eyes must do some raining if you are ever going to grow. 和你的眼睛必须做一些下雨，如果你曾经去成长。

But when crying don't help and you can't compose yourself. 但哭的时候不帮，你不能撰写自己。

It is best to compose a poem, an honest verse of longing or simple song of hope. 最好是赋诗一首，向往或希望简单的歌的一个诚实的诗句。

That is why I'm singing... 这就是为什么我唱歌...

Baby don't worry cause now I got your back. And every time you feel like crying, 宝贝别担心，现在因为我得到了你的背部。每次你想哭，

I'm gonna try and make you laugh. And if I can't, if it just hurts too bad, 我会试着让你笑。如果我不能，如果它只是伤得不好，

then we will wait for it to pass and I will keep you company 那么我们将等待它通过，我会陪你

through those days so long and black. 通过这些日子这么长，黑色。

And we'll keep working on the problem we know we'll never solve 我们会继续努力的问题，我们知道我们将永远不会解决

Of Love's uneven remainders, our lives are fractions of a whole. 爱的不均匀余数，我们的生活是一个整体的分数。

But if the world could remain within a frame like a painting on a wall. 但如果世界能保持像在墙上一幅画的框架之内。

Then I think we would see the beauty. 那么我认为我们将看到的美景。

Then we would stand staring in awe at our still lives posed like a bowl of oranges, 然后，我们会站在盯着敬畏我们仍然生活带来像一个碗橙子，

like a story told by the fault lines and the soil. 想告诉断层线和土壤的故事。