这个世界就这么不完美。你想得到些什么就不得不失去些什么。
The world is not perfect.You have to lose something to get something.
你是不是一直这样，安静地，凝望那些日沉日落，无家可归的忧伤。
Are you always like this, quietly, staring at the sun sink sunset, homeless sadness.
木头对火说:“抱我”！火拥抱了木头`木头微笑着化为灰烬！火哭了！泪水熄灭了自己，当木头爱上烈火注定会被烧伤。
The wood said to the fire, "Hold me!"Fire embraced wood wood smiled and turned to ashes!The fire cried!Tears quench themselves, when wood falls in love with fire destined to be burned.
岁月，永远不会回头，如果我们能够勇敢地爱，勇敢地去原谅，能慷慨地因为别人的幸福而快乐，能够聪明地知道我们周围有足够的爱，那么我们就完成其他生灵从未知道的完整。
If we are brave enough to love, brave enough to forgive, generous enough to rejoice in the happiness of others, and wise enough to know that there is enough love around us, then we are complete in a way that no other living creature has ever known.
天天下雨，心情都是闷闷的，烦死了。
It rains every day, the mood is stuffy, bored to death.
人是会变得，简单的五个字，讲完了所有故事
People become, in five simple words, they tell all the stories
没人对你说“不”的时候你真的长不大。
You really don grow up when no one says "no" to you.
世界上最好的感觉就是知道有人在想你。
The best feeling in the world is knowing someone is thinking of you.
当我流着泪向你说再见，你只是冷漠的向我告别，不感看你的冷漠的眼，心已碎成千片。
When I say goodbye to you in tears, you just say goodbye to me coldly, not feeling your cold eyes, heart has broken thousands of pieces.
如果真诚是一种伤害，我选择谎言；如果谎言是一种伤害，我选则沉默；如果沉默是一种伤害，我选择离开。
If sincerity is a kind of hurt, I choose to lie;If a lie is a kind of injury, I choose silence;If silence is a kind of hurt, I choose to leave.
一个人，一座城,爱上一个人,就恋上了那座城,游走在这城里,有他陪伴,就以为这里就是你的天堂,爱的天堂,觉得幸福其实就是那么近的事情。
A person, a city, fall in love with a person, fall in love with that city, walk in this city, with his company, think here is your heaven, the heaven of love, feel happiness is actually so close.
等待，是一生最初的苍老。
Waiting is the first old life.
她不再爱他了，可是他却是她生命中无法磨灭的曾经。
She didn love him anymore, but he was an indelible past in her life.
有一种心情叫失落，有一种美丽叫放弃。一次默默地放弃，放弃一个心仪却无缘份放弃某种等待却无收获放弃某种心灵每放弃一种思绪心里便生出一种伤感。然而这种伤感并不妨碍自己去重新开始，在新的时空内将音乐重听一遍，将故事再说一遍。
There is a feeling called lost, there is a beauty called give up.A silently give up, give up a heart but no share to give up some kind of waiting but no harvest to give up some kind of heart every give up a feeling in the heart will give birth to a kind of sad.However, this sadness does not prevent me from starting over, listening to the music again in a new space and time, and telling the story again.
