Sticks and stones may break my bones

棍棒石头可以打碎我的骨头

but words can also cut through my flesh.

但言语也能割开我的血肉。

When I was a kid, the school threw nicknames at me

小时候，学校把外号砸向我

those words, not fists, stayed in my bones.

那些词语，不是拳头，却留在骨头里。

They thought it was just a joke.

他们以为只是玩笑。

They had no idea, every tease

他们不知道，每一句嘲笑

would build a wall inside a child’s heart.

都会在一个孩子心里砌起一堵墙。

You can’t see the scars,

你可以看不见伤痕，

but the harm is real.

但伤害真实存在。

Some wounds the skin doesn’t record,

有些伤口，皮肤不会记录，

but the soul remembers them to this day.

灵魂却会记到今天。