什么是家？一个屋顶？ 床？必须接纳你的地方？如果那样的话，15岁我开始无家可归。
I was 15 when I went out in the world. What's a home anyway? A roof? A bed? A place where when you go there, they have to take you? If so, then I was 15 when I became homeless.
不是对白可以么？
我觉得我自己很幸运，因为对我来说从来就没有任何安全感，于是我只能被迫向前走，我必须这样做。世上没有回头路，当我意识到这点我就想，那么好吧，我要尽我的所能努力奋斗，看看究竟会怎样。I feel that I got lucky because any sense of security was polled out from me, so I was forced to look forward, I had to , and was no going back. And I reach the point, where I just thought, "All right, I'd got to work as hard as I possiblly can , and see what happens".
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