湖光山色是我们刻意地留恋，是你眼下的水色，萦绕着我的前世今生。
Lakes and mountains are our deliberate nostalgia, is your current water color, lingering in my past life.
今天，我们的歌唱不是一场醒着的梦，只是一场不敢睡去的狂欢。
Today, our singing is not a waking dream, but an orgy unwilling to sleep.
我会尽量带一些可爱的物件；我会收拾好我所有的东西，当你打电话来的时候，我会过来坐下一班火车。我现在在这列火车上。这不是服从，请确保我生来不是服从的。
Ill try to bring something cute; Ill pack up all my things, and when you call, Ill be on the next train. Im on this train now. This is not obedience. Please make sure Im not born to obey.
你一直在练习微笑，不是说你变成了一个你讨厌的人，而是在这个世界上变得平静。累了不能放弃，痛了就哭。与其依靠自己，不如相信别人，别人会伤害你，时间会给你温暖。
You practice smiling all the time, not to say you become a person you hate, but to become calm in the world. Tired can not give up, pain cry. Rather than rely on yourself, trust others, others will hurt you, time will give you warmth.
虽经岁月洗礼，真挚的感情并未褪去，生命短暂，爱情永恒。有一个人可以错过，那就是幸福。
Though time has washed, true feelings do not fade, life is short, love is eternal. There is a person can miss, that is happiness.
我有很多话要对你说，但我从来没有机会。我带着它们穿越季节，穿越高架道路，穿越高山和大海。花开花落是一句话，夜晚漫溢是一句话。写作始于黄昏，黎明是无数的扉页。全世界做一首诗，我爱你作为最后一行。
I have so much to say to you, but I never got the chance. I carry them through the seasons, over elevated roads, over mountains and seas. Flowers bloom and fall is a word, night is a word. Writing begins at dusk, and dawn is a numberless title page. The world makes a poem, I love you as the last line.
此生水，前生茶，用此生泡一杯前生茶。杯子里沉淀的是今生的爱。
This raw water, the former raw tea, with this lifetime bubble a cup of former raw tea. The cup of precipitation is the love of this life.
春日明媚，夏山青翠，秋蝉淳朴，冬去春来风生水起，都愿意追随你的容颜。
The spring is beautiful, the summer mountain is green, the autumn cicada is simple, the winter comes to the spring wind and the water rises, are willing to follow your face.
你我相隔万里，共享月光，这是我一生中最好的缘分。
You and I are far apart, sharing the moonlight, this is the best fate in my life.
下雨天我喜欢窝在我们心爱的旧羊毛衫里。旁边是我们珍藏的旧唱片、生火的柴火和心爱的旧书。如此安静，如此祥和，——是做梦的好时机。
On rainy days I like to snuggle up in our beloved old cardigan. Nearby are our treasured old records, firewood for the fire, and beloved old books. Its so quiet, so peaceful -- its a good time to dream.
