When you let go, there will be no worries.
当你放手，就不会有烦恼。
My youth is my decision, so I don need you to intervene.
我的青春是我的决定，所以不需要你插手。
Its not that I pretend to be lofty and don eat out of touch, but that you missed me when I was serious.
不是我装清高不吃不食人间烟火，而是我认真的时候你想我。
Happiness is fate. Don be afraid of its impermanence, although sometimes it comes and goes without a trace, and don be obedient and at the mercy of it because it is grotesque. Half of it is in our hands, and the other half is in the hands of God. The harder we work, the stronger the half we hold, and the more fruitful we get. When you are desperate, don forget that you own half of your destiny. When you get carried away, don forget that God holds the other half in his hand.
幸福是命运。不要害怕它的无常，虽然有时它来来去去无影无踪，也不要因为它怪诞而顺从它，任其摆布。一半在我们手里，另一半在上帝手里。我们越努力，持有的那一半就越强，收获就越多。当你绝望的时候，不要忘记你拥有你命运的一半。当你得意忘形的时候，不要忘记上帝把另一半握在手中。
His warmth bewitched you and made you think that it was love.
他的温暖迷惑了你，让你以为那是爱。
The aftertaste is as beautiful as poppys fantasy, laughing, sighing and dancing, gathering thousands of thoughts, floating in the hustle and bustle of the world, reading the purity of one side again, throwing out a dreamy experience, stranding the memories at the moment of pause, keeping this tender tenderness alone, silently listening to the strike of the world of mortals, looking off the past life at the end of the horizon, and freezing the melancholy beauty when the strangers spend thanks.
回味如罂粟花的幻想般美好，笑着，叹着，跳着，汇聚万千思绪，飘荡在喧嚣的世界里，再次阅读一方的纯净，抛出一段梦幻般的经历，搁浅在停顿的瞬间的回忆，独自保留这份温柔的温柔，默默聆听红尘的打击，在地平线的尽头眺望过往的生活，定格陌生人花谢时的惆怅之美。
From then on, I met Qingshan and Baiwu, and tasted the bitterness and independence of this world alone, but I can meet you again.
从此，我遇到了青山和伍佰，独自品尝了这个世界的辛酸和独立，却再也遇不到你。
How disappointed you have to be before you can be ignored.
在你被忽视之前，你有多失望。
Some words, like a thorn stuck in your throat, hurt when you say it or not. I take the initiative, you don take the initiative, you don take the initiative, and I don take the initiative either. Many relationships are like this, and then there is no afterthought.
有些话，就像插在喉咙里的一根刺，说出来也好，说出来也好，都很伤人。我主动，你不主动，你不主动，我也不主动。很多关系都是这样，然后就没有事后的想法了。
Don tell the world about your pain like a refugee. There are not many doctors in the world, but animals that sprinkle salt on their wounds. A wild animal is injured. It can run to a cave to hide by itself, lick the wound by itself, and insist on it by itself. But once it is asked for help, it can stand it.
不要像难民一样告诉世界你的痛苦。世界上没有多少医生，只有在伤口上撒盐的动物。一只野生动物受伤了。它可以自己跑到山洞里躲起来，自己舔伤口，自己坚持。但是一旦被求助，就受不了了。
