一个误解

雨无伦次

I would imagine myself entering and leaving them,and just that-entering and leaving over and over and over again-would see me through a bad feeling I did not have a name for.I only knew it felt a little like sadness but heavier than that.Now that I saw these feelings(places),they looked ordinary,dirty,worn down by so many people entering and leaving them in real life,and it occurred to me that I could not be the only person in the world for whom they were were an item of imagination.It was not my first struggle with the disappointment of reality and it would not be my last.

My past-so familiar and predictable that even my unhappiness then made me happy not just to think of it.
这是我误解得很严重的一篇文章中的一段，不知道大家有什么感受。

未来的艺术家

放弃了外国语言的人。
所以，我漂过。