I know so much

我知道得太多

about things I accept

关于事物，我接受得

so much it's like

太多，它如同是

vomiting. And I am

呕吐。而我得到

nourished by the

滋养，从那些

shabbiness of my

破烂货里我

knowing so much

知道了太多

about others and what

关于他人以及他们

they do and accepting

做些什么，并且接受了

so much that I hate

太多我所厌恶的，

as if I didn't know

就像是我并不知道

what it is to me.

它有什么意义，对于我。

And what it is to

而它有什么意义对于

them I know and hate.

他们，我知道，并且厌恶。