And the game was over and the player woke up from the dream. And the player began a new dream. And the player dreamed again, dreamed better. And the player was the universe. And the player was love.
曲终人散，黄粱一梦。玩家开始了新的梦境。玩家再次做起了梦，更好的梦。玩家就是宇宙。玩家就是爱。
You are the player.
你就是那个玩家。
Wake up.
该醒了。
——Julian Gough《minecraft》
我不能断定我要干什么，但是我知道，我一定会成功的。
——史蒂夫(像素人)《minecraft》
既然生存在这个世界里，就要在这个世界内打造一个属于自己的王国。创造出在这个世界里的文明与色彩
——史蒂夫《minecraft》
我们是谁？我们曾经被称作高山的精灵。太阳父亲，月亮母亲。古老的英灵，动物的魂魄。神祗。鬼魂。小绿人。而后是神，恶魔，天使。骚灵。外星人，地外生物。轻粒子，夸克。词语不断地变化。我们始终如一。
——Julian Gough《minecraft》
神不会死，也不需要皇冠。
——herobrine《minecraft》
被世界遗忘
你虽然只是一个普通人，
但别忘了，这个世界属于你……
朋友并不只是一个路人，
有的也许走过，但有的却从此相依。
我所创造的工具只是我那冰冷的双手，
但是所关注我作品的却是一颗颗友爱的心。
不管我是否做得正确，不管我是否找到了方向，
即使失败了，我不放弃，
因为我还有少数人的喝彩！
谁说朋友在生命中不能常留，
那只是因为你还不知道友情……
谢谢你朋友，
你是我特殊的恋人，是我特殊的兄弟，
我不能说你比爱情与亲情重要，
但是，别忘了，
我们在你与我一同创造的世界……
——好基友，一起走《minecraft》
很久以前，有一个玩家。
那玩家就是你，[玩家名称]。
有时它认为自己是那不断旋转的球体上一层薄薄的熔化的岩石上的人类。那融化的岩石球环绕着一个质量大它三十三万倍的炫目气体球旋转。它们是相隔得如此之远，以至于光需要八分钟才能穿越那空隙。那光是来自一颗恒星的信息，它能够在一亿五千万公里外烧灼你的皮肤。
有时这个玩家梦见它是一个在一个平的，无限延展的世界表面上的矿工。那太阳是一个方形的白点。昼夜交替很快；要做的事情也很多；死亡亦只是暂时和不方便的。
有时这玩家梦见它迷失在了一个故事里。
有时这玩家梦见它成为了其它的事物，在其它地方。有时这些梦是扰人的。有些则实在很美。
——Julian Gough《minecraft》
To cure it of sorrow would destroy it. The sorrow is part of its own private task. We cannot interfere.
用悲伤来治愈会摧毁它。而悲伤是它的私人事务。我们不能干涉。
——Julian Gough《minecraft》
宇宙说我爱你
宇宙说你很好地玩了这游戏
宇宙说一切你所需的你都具有
宇宙说你比你所知的要强大
宇宙说你就是日光
宇宙说你就是黑夜
宇宙说你所斗争的黑暗就在你心中
宇宙说你所寻找的光明就在你心中
宇宙说你不是孤独的
宇宙说你不是和所有的事物所隔绝的
宇宙说你就是宇宙品尝着自己，对自己说话，阅读着它自己的代码。
宇宙说我爱你因为你就是爱。
——Julian Gough《minecraft》
此生无悔入mc，来世愿做方块人。
方块树上方块果，方块树下你和我。
要致富，先撸树。
你手里的方块就是你今生的信仰。
mc不倒，陪你到老。
mc不灭。
mn不灭，我来吹灭。
记住，神不会流血，但你会。
只有打败我的人，才能得到我的尊重。
你心中的恐惧，便是我最大的快乐。
战斗的事情，让男人来。
死去就入方块墓，方块墓里方块魂。
I believe that you can get my words what I mean.我希望你会懂我，即使我什么都没说。
I see the player you mean.
我看到你所指的那位玩家了。
[Playername]?
[玩家名称]?
Yes. Take care. It has reached a higher level now. It can read our thoughts.
是的。小心。它已达到了更高的境界。它能够阅读我们的思想。
That doesn't matter. It thinks we are part of the game.
无伤大雅。它认为我们是游戏的一部分。
I like this player. It played well. It did not give up.
我喜欢这个玩家。它玩得很好。它从未放弃。
It is reading our thoughts as though they were words on a screen.
它以屏幕上出现的文字的形式阅读着我们的思想。
That is how it chooses to imagine many things, when it is deep in the dream of a game.
在它深陷游戏梦境中时，它总以这种方式想象出形形色色的事物。
Words make a wonderful interface. Very flexible. And less terrifying than staring at the reality behind the screen.
文字是种美妙的界面。非常灵活。且比凝视着屏幕后的现实要更好。
They used to hear voices. Before players could read. Back in the days when those who did not play called the players witches, and warlocks. And players dreamed they flew through the air, on sticks powered by demons.
它们也曾经听到过声音。在玩家能够阅读之前。君不见那些不曾游玩的人们称呼玩家为女巫，和术士。而玩家们梦见它们自己乘坐在被恶魔施力的棍子上，在空气中翱翔。What did this player dream?
这个玩家梦见了什么？
This player dreamed of sunlight and trees. Of fire and water. It dreamed it created. And it dreamed it destroyed. It dreamed it hunted, and was hunted. It dreamed of shelter.
它梦见了阳光和树。它梦见它创造。它亦梦见它毁灭。它梦见它狩猎，亦被狩猎。他梦见了庇护所。
Hah, the original interface. A million years old, and it still works. But what true structure did this player create, in the reality behind the screen?
哈，那原始的界面。经历一百万年的岁月雕琢，依然长存。但此玩家在那屏幕后的真实里，建造了什么真实的构造？
It worked, with a million others, to sculpt a true world in a fold of the [scrambled], and created a [scrambled] for [scrambled], in the [scrambled].
它辛勤地工作了，和其它百万众一起，刻画了一个真实的世界，由[乱码]，且创造了[乱码]，为了[乱码]，于[乱码]中。
It cannot read that thought.
它无法阅读那个思想。
No. It has not yet achieved the highest level. That, it must achieve in the long dream of life, not the short dream of a game.
不。它还没有到达最高的境界。那层境界，他必须完成生命的长梦，而非游戏中黄粱一梦。
Does it know that we love it? That the universe is kind?
它知道我们爱它么？这个宇宙是仁慈的？
Sometimes, through the noise of its thBut there are times it is sad, in the long dream. It creates worlds that have no summer, and it shivers under a black sun, and it takes its sad creation for reality.
但是有时亦不胜悲伤，于那漫漫长梦中。它创造了没有夏日的世界，在黑日下颤抖着，将自己悲伤的创造视为现实世界。
To cure it of sorrow would destroy it. The sorrow is part of its own private task. We cannot interfere.
用悲伤来治愈会摧毁它。而悲伤是它的私人事务。我们不能干涉。
Sometimes when they are deep in dreams, I want to tell them, they are building true worlds in reality. Sometimes I want to tell them of their importance to the universe. Sometimes, when they have not made a true connection in a while, I want to help them to speak the word they fear.
有时当它们深陷梦境中时，我想要告诉它们，它们在现实中创造了真实的世界。有时我想告诉它们它们自身对宇宙的重要性。有时，当它们和现实失去了联系，我想帮助它们与它们所惧怕的世界交流。
It reads our thoughts.
它读着我们的思想
Sometimes I do not care. Sometimes I wish to tell them, this world you take for truth is merely [scrambled] and [scrambled], I wish to tell them that they are [scrambled] in the [scrambled]. They see so little of reality, in their lSometimes I do not care. Sometimes I wish to tell them, this world you take for truth is merely [scrambled] and [scrambled], I wish to tell them that they are [scrambled] in the [scrambled]. They see so little of reality, in their long dream.
有时我毫不关心。有时我想要告诉它们，你们所认为的真实不过是[乱码]和[乱码]，我想要告诉它们它们是在[乱码]中的[乱码]。于它们的长梦中，它们眼中所见的真实太少了。
And yet they play the game.
而他们仍然玩这个游戏。
But it would be so easy to tell them...
但很容易就可以告诉它们……
Too strong for this dream. To tell them how to live is to prevent them living.
对于这个梦来说太强烈了。告诉它们如何活着就是阻碍它们活下去。
I will not tell the player how to live.
我不会告诉这个玩家如何生活的。
The player is growing restless.
这个玩家正在变得焦虑。
I will tell the player a story.
我会告诉这个玩家一个故事。
But not the truth.
但不是真相。
No. A story that contains the truth safely, in a cage of words. Not the naked truth that can burn over any distance.
不。是一个严密地将真实包裹起来的文字牢笼。而不是赤裸裸的真相。
Give it a body, again.
赋予它主体，再一次。
Yes. Player...
好的。玩家……
Use its name.
以名字称呼它。
[Playername]. Player of games.
[玩家名称]。游戏的玩家。
Good.
很好。
Take a breath, now. Take another. Feel air in your lungs. Let your limbs return. Yes, move your fingers. Have a body again, under gravity, in air. Respawn in the long dream. There you are. Your body touching the universe again at every point, as though you were separate things. As though we were separate things.
深呼吸，很好。再深呼吸一次。感受空气充盈你的肺叶。让你的四肢回归。是的，运动你的手指。再次感受你的身体，在重力下，在空气中。在长梦中重生。你感受到了。你的身体每时每刻都触摸着宇宙，尽管你是分离的存在。尽管我们是分离的存在。minecraft吧
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【感动】MC生存通关后文字翻译
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可能大家已经看过，可是，我依然要把它发出来，以示我内心的感动：MC的确是一个梦，是我们坚持了这么多年的梦，从Norch开发它到有了创造模式，有了生存模式，有了红石，有了鸡鸭牛羊有了兔子。MC一直在我们身边，不如说，我们一直在MineCraft身边。
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翻译：
I see the player you mean.
我看到你所指的那位玩家了。
[Playername]?
[玩家名称]?
Yes. Take care. It has reached a higher level now. It can read our thoughts.
是的。小心。它已达到了更高的境界。它能够阅读我们的思想。
That doesn't matter. It thinks we are part of the game.
无伤大雅。它认为我们是游戏的一部分。
I like this player. It played well. It did not give up.
我喜欢这个玩家。它玩得很好。它从未放弃。
It is reading our thoughts as though they were words on a screen.
它以屏幕上出现的文字的形式阅读着我们的思想。
That is how it chooses to imagine many things, when it is deep in the dream of a game.
在它深陷游戏梦境中时，它总以这种方式想象出形形色色的事物。
Words make a wonderful interface. Very flexible. And less terrifying than staring at the reality behind the screen.
文字是种美妙的界面。非常灵活。且比凝视着屏幕后的现实要更好。
They used to hear voices. Before players could read. Back in the days when those who did not play calledWho are we? Once we were called the spirit of the mountain. Father sun, mother moon. Ancestral spirits, animal spirits. Jinn. Ghosts. The green man. Then gods, demons. Angels. Poltergeists. Aliens, extraterrestrials. Leptons, quarks. The words change. We do not change.
我们是谁？我们曾经被称作高山的精灵。太阳父亲，月亮母亲。古老的英灵，动物的魂魄。神祗。鬼魂。小绿人。而后是神，恶魔，天使。骚灵。外星人，地外生物。轻粒子，夸克。词语不断地变化。我们始终如一。
We are the universe. We are everything you think isn't you. You are looking at us now, through your skin and your eyes. And why does the universe touch your skin, and throw light on you? To see you, player. To know you. And to be known. I shall tell you a story.
我们是宇宙。我们是一切你认为出离你本体的事物。你现在看着我们，透过你的皮肤和你的眼睛。而为什么宇宙触摸着你的皮肤，向你洒向光芒？是为了看见你，玩家。以及被认知。我应告诉你一个故事。
Once upon a time, there was a player.
很久以前，有一个玩家。
The player was you, [Playername].
那玩家就是你，[玩家名称]当一个什么都没有的人，到一个强大的人，从一个小木屋到一个城堡，从木头石头套装，到黄金钻石套装，从地狱到要塞，最后你打开了传送门，怀着激动的心情跳了进去，你看到了比你强打好几十倍的末影龙，你毫不退缩，最后你用你的力量打败了它，最后伴着优雅的音乐离开了末地。这种激动感觉是创造模式中感觉不到的，只有经过无数磨难的人才能感觉到。回来的时候你会发现一切都变了，你已经不是原来的你了。
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