life is too much like a pathless wood/where your face burns and tickles with the cobwebs/broken across it, and one eye is weeping/ from a twig's having lashed across it open.
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生活就像一个郁郁葱葱的大树林，当你穿过他的时候你的脸和胳膊总会被一些如同蜘蛛网一样的东西刺伤，眼睛也会被那些枝条擦伤而流泪。
life is too much like a pathless wood/where your face burns and tickles with the cobwebs/broken across it, and one eye is weeping/ from a twig's having lashed across it open.
生活就像一个郁郁葱葱的大树林，当你穿过他的时候你的脸和胳膊总会被一些如同蜘蛛网一样的东西刺伤，眼睛也会被那些枝条擦伤而流泪。