Everyone wants an Argentina. 每个人心中都有一个阿根廷。 A place where the slate is wiped clean. 一个可以了却牵绊的地方。 But the truth is, 事实却是 Argentina... is just Argentina. 阿根廷,只是阿根廷而已。 No matter where we go, we take ourselves, 不论到哪里, and our damage with us. 我们自己的伤痛如影随形。 So is home the place we run to...家是我们奔向的归属, or is it the place we run from...抑或是我们躲避的方向。 Only to hide out in places where we're accepted unconditionally 仅仅是为了躲进一个无条件接受我们的所在。 places that feel more like home to us. 一个对我们来说更像家的地方, because we can finally be who we are. 因为在那里我们能真正做自己。