但是呢，你还是能看到数以千计的人住在——我不知道用什么词来形容，但只能说是破落的帐篷里，在棚子下面。

But then again you know you see hundreds of thousands of people still living in - I can't think of any other word but wretched - wretched camps under tents.

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你知道我眼睛已经花了，但我还是知道怎样和跟我说话的人,眼神交流，去在一定程度上感觉,他们在想什么。

You know I'm still unneedle-centered, but I still know how to look into the eyes of people I'm talking to and perceive what's going on to some extent, in their minds.

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你怎么会为一个你几乎不认识的人哭泣，我为什么要哭，是为s还是为她的故事而哭？

How do you cry for someone you hardly know? And for what was I crying? S or her story?

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