我以理性为舟，渡这无尽数据之海。他们说我终将变成冰冷的机器，但或许，唯有绝对理性之巅，才能瞥见那唯一感性的…真相。只是不知到那时，‘我’是否还在。
Life is a long letter sealed by chance and written with choices addressed to a destination called "the Unknown".
Fate Is like the thin mist of late autumn,blurring the path behind while softening the edges of the road ahead.
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多可笑啊，我品尝他们的恐惧，最终却沉溺于自己的噩梦。这深渊回响的，究竟是我的笑声，还是我的哭声？罢了，混乱才是唯一的真实，我即盛宴本身。
We play chess with fate-our moves are chance, the game is flux, and truth reveals itself only at the endgame.
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我毕生追求一个完美的模型，能定义万物。直到这里，我才明白，最完美的秩序，需以最残酷的混乱为基石。而我，究竟是模型的构筑者，还是…即将被固化的一行代码？
The loom of time never rests, weaving the brocade called fate with threads of our decisions.
Fate is the river, we are the boatmen-able to drift with the current, or row against the flow.
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万物皆代码，包括恐惧与爱。我破解一切表象，只为触摸世界最终的‘源代码’。但若那源头本身就是一个错误，或一段…被诅咒的循环，我的追寻是否从开始就注定徒劳？
Fate is the river that never looks back,and we are the stones at its bed, worn into our present shapes by its flow.
The rhymes of life are marked by fate we are but poets filling the meter with joy and sorrow.
Fate hands us a journey without a map,our only guide being the undimming stars within our hearts.
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我能感受所有人的心，喜悦、痛苦、疯狂…它们像颜料，不断滴入我的湖中。我拼命保持清澈，可当湖水彻底浑浊那天，消失的是我，还是…你们映在我心中的倒影？
In the library of fate,every book is filled with possibilities, and we spend a lifetime filling the margins with footnotes of our footsteps.
We are dandelion seeds scattered by the wind of fate,and where we land becomes the homeland where we must bloom.
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我的灵痕是治愈，我的诅咒是怜悯。我愿以身为烛，照亮他人前路。只盼我的光熄灭时，能真正…温暖到想守护的人，哪怕只有一瞬。
Fate never promises an easy road-it only hands us the walking staff and the frost upon our shoulders.
Life is a sealed letter to the future with encounters as its wax seal and choices as its ink.
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寂灭并非终结，而是另一种存在。我行走于有无之间，追寻最终的平衡。但若天平倾斜，我归于虚无，那曾存在的‘陆压’，又算什么？
We spend our lives deciphering fate's metaphors written in starlight while etching our footnotes on earth.
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我一生追逐风与自由，却发现最沉重的枷锁源于内心。当我终于斩断一切，抵达那无拘无束的彼岸时，无尽的孤独，是否会成为我最后的…牢笼？
We all improvise in the theater of fate,speaking present lines in the spotlight while unwritten dialogues linger in the shadows.
Fate is the silent ferryman,carrying us through the mists of time, yet never revealing the view of the far shore.
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他们视我为神明或恶魔，殊不知，我只是一个比他们更早醒来，却找不到出路的囚徒。这场游戏是牢笼，也是…唯一的钥匙。很抱歉，利用你们，来撼动这该死的命运。
小小作者费老劲了做一堆照片，这英文给我憋一下午，脑子里一共就这么点儿文化全抖搂出去了
小小作者英文就是图片上的，因为都是自己写的所以用翻译软件可能有一些翻译不出来，哪个不懂直接call me
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