Choose life.
选择生活。
Choose a job.
选择一份活儿。
Choose a career.
选择一项事业。
Choose a family, Choose a fu*king big television,
选择一个家庭，选择一个巨他妈大的电视机，
Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players,
and electrical tin openers.
选择洗衣机、汽车、镭射音响，还有电动开罐器。
Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance.
选择小心保养自己的身体、低胆固醇和牙科保险。
Choose fixed-interest mortgage repayments.
选择固定利率的抵押贷款。
Choose a starter home.
选择政府提供的低价而体面的住宅。
Choose your friends.
选择你的朋友。
Choose leisure wear and matching luggage.
选择休闲装和配套的旅行包。
Choose a three piece suite on hire purchase in a range
of fu*king fabrics.
选择用分期付款买回同系列的他妈什么织物做的三套件西装。
Choose DIY and wondering who you are on a Sunday morning.
选择自己动手做，然后在某个星期天的早晨问自己我这是在哪儿呀。
Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing
spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fu*king junk food
into your mouth.
选择坐在那张睡椅上看让脑子发木脑浆被挤成稀屎状的体育节目，一边往自己嘴里塞他妈的垃圾食物。
Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing you last
in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment
to the selfish, fu*ked-up brats you have spawned
to replace yourself.
选择在这一切的末尾烂掉，最后在一个破破烂烂的家里遭儿女唾弃，当初你用精子弄出他们来代替你，现在对这些自私的、满不在乎的小子们来说，你只是一个老厌物。
Choose your future.
选择你的未来。
Choose life.
选择生活。
But who would I want to do a thing like that?
但我是谁啊？我会想去做那些事情？
I choose not to choose life: I choose something else.
我选择不选择生活：我选择一些别的什么东西。
And the reasons? There are no reasons.
理由？没有理由。
Who need reasons when you've got heroin?
有了海洛因，谁还需要理由呢？
选择生活。
Choose a job.
选择一份活儿。
Choose a career.
选择一项事业。
Choose a family, Choose a fu*king big television,
选择一个家庭，选择一个巨他妈大的电视机，
Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players,
and electrical tin openers.
选择洗衣机、汽车、镭射音响，还有电动开罐器。
Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance.
选择小心保养自己的身体、低胆固醇和牙科保险。
Choose fixed-interest mortgage repayments.
选择固定利率的抵押贷款。
Choose a starter home.
选择政府提供的低价而体面的住宅。
Choose your friends.
选择你的朋友。
Choose leisure wear and matching luggage.
选择休闲装和配套的旅行包。
Choose a three piece suite on hire purchase in a range
of fu*king fabrics.
选择用分期付款买回同系列的他妈什么织物做的三套件西装。
Choose DIY and wondering who you are on a Sunday morning.
选择自己动手做，然后在某个星期天的早晨问自己我这是在哪儿呀。
Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing
spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fu*king junk food
into your mouth.
选择坐在那张睡椅上看让脑子发木脑浆被挤成稀屎状的体育节目，一边往自己嘴里塞他妈的垃圾食物。
Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing you last
in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment
to the selfish, fu*ked-up brats you have spawned
to replace yourself.
选择在这一切的末尾烂掉，最后在一个破破烂烂的家里遭儿女唾弃，当初你用精子弄出他们来代替你，现在对这些自私的、满不在乎的小子们来说，你只是一个老厌物。
Choose your future.
选择你的未来。
Choose life.
选择生活。
But who would I want to do a thing like that?
但我是谁啊？我会想去做那些事情？
I choose not to choose life: I choose something else.
我选择不选择生活：我选择一些别的什么东西。
And the reasons? There are no reasons.
理由？没有理由。
Who need reasons when you've got heroin?
有了海洛因，谁还需要理由呢？
