Please give me a glass of whisky

Who doesn't know the distance between destination and barrier isn't longer,
I also understand the rain will stop eventually...
誰也知道越過紅線往往只差一步，我也知道雨不會一直地下……

I never stop questing for the prairie which approval me to sleep on;
however, I'm weak, also difficult to breathe,
to say nothing of sharing this only with air at first,
or resort to whiskies to protect me.
一直都渴望有片青草地讓我安歇、平息，
可是呼吸脆弱，拼命也說不出聲，
更別說原本只敢對著空氣說，或是得靠福爾和威士忌在場保護。

I couldn't live without pencils and papers, 
and  it was impossible to imagine how could I give up writing in the future.
以前幾乎每天都會將心聲轉化文字，
今年卻只有兩篇文章留下，而且還要寥寥幾行，甚至一篇失掉尾巴。

I don't want to ｃ ｒｅａｔｅ any influenza virus,
so that I choose to close my widnows; to make matters worse,
there is nothing method to treat my disease by myself, never and never.
At least it is difficult to believe the nice dream is reality,
and to prove the nightmare is nothing.
不忍看著流感散播，便只好閉關休養，
可是先天不足，能力有限，病，原來從沒根治過？
開心的時候以為是夢，不敢擁抱太久；傷心難過，卻要獨自慢慢咀嚼......

How significant I am? ── I am only a nobody.
Certainly, to be frank, I'm afraid I can't grab the happiness forever,
and I know the less I get, the less I lose.
It's seemingly ridiculous but is true, isn't it? 
Who doesn't know the distance between destination and barrier isn't longer,
I also understand the rain will stop eventually;
however, how can I work up my courage
when the voice leads me astray day and night?
一直以來都覺得自己不配，沒有資格，
說穿了，其實不過是害怕觸摸幸福後，有天時光倒退，至會迎接傷悲；
誰也知道越過紅線往往只差一步，我也知道雨不會一直地下，
可是當渺小的聲音長年累月被其他角色呼喝、洗腦，
想要掙脫成功，到底還需要消耗比平常人多少倍力氣？

Fine!
I must admit, I drank so much wine, so that I said so much nonsense.
I don't care someone who takes me as a fool,
or stamp a pig for me, since I only say what I want to,
and writing while intoxicated.
藉口！
好了，承認那個他又在胡言亂語，反正已經半年沒有作文，
就讓我假裝喝醉，最多記我一個小過好了。

風聲、雨聲，聲聲都是……憑歌寄意
♬ 從未滴下汗水　怎麼可以和誰人競賽　並不奢望天使會慷慨
眼未曾睜開　又哪會看見色彩　尚未耕耘　憑甚麼等喝采

* 以上日誌(中文版)是2012年的倉底貨，所以話，痛苦總會過去，沒有捱不過去的！