今天收到這條影片驚訝得很，感謝 香港小巷 HK Alleys 如此快速地翻譯了昨天的文字，還通宵製作了動畫片，香港藝術家們實在很強。希望我們的意志讓更多人看見，譯文如下：
When a young man started throwing a small piece of rock towards the police, they would raise their guns and aim at his head before opening fire.
There were sounds of gunfire on all four corners of the streets, yet the youngsters have nothing but umbrellas and shields made from cardboard paper as protection. They knew that throwing a piece of rock would get them a bullet that could kill them in return, but they still had to throw it. They are willing to accept such a giant cost/benefit difference, simply because they wanted to express their last bit of dignity.
A few weeks ago, when the tear gases were first being fired, some of the children were still huddling and crying together. That’s a thing of the past now. They aren’t even afraid of death anymore. They don’t have guns in their pockets, but many youngsters carry letters of wills with them; a will for their parents, a will for their friends, a will for their siblings. They would finish writing the wills before heading out. This was the one and only “preparation” they could do.
Someone would ask them, “Aren’t there anything else that’s worth cherishing more?”
And they would answer with firm determination, “No”.
After a night of fear and chaos, I overheard a youngster at the subway station talking to his mother on the phone, who’s probably demanding him to go home. With teary eyes, he said, “I will not regret this.” I tried hard to prevent my own tears from falling; what was it that made our children so strong, to the point that they won’t even cry in the face of impending death? I heard one of them went to a restaurant the other night and asked if he could borrow the phone charger. The owner asked if he wants to order something to eat and he replied apologetically, “I don’t have money…”The owner almost cried upon hearing it. Some students told me that they have spent their life savings on buying basic protective gear like helmets, eye goggles, and masks. And it’s not just for themselves; they even bought additional gear for others to protect them at the site of protest, so they had no money left for food.
These are kids that still cuddle to their stuffed animals at night as they fall asleep, yet when they wake up the next morning they will have to ready themselves to face guns that aim at their foreheads. All they want is to protect their beloved home, nothing else.
as they sit under the hot summer sun, making shields out of cardboard paper, I struggle to hold back my tears.
翻譯：巴西法爾
繪圖及剪接：inkpulsense
