我想也许每个人心里都藏着一个故事，即使故事的过程是多色调的，结局也不尽如人意。它会永远珍藏在记忆的某个角落，即使随着时间的流逝，不可避免地会被现实生活一点一点地湮灭，即便如此，它也一直存在于内心深处，终究留下了丰富多彩的一笔。
I think maybe everyone has a story hidden in their heart, even ifthe story is multi-colored and the ending is not satisfactory. Itwill be treasured forever in a corner of memory, even though it willinevitably be obliterated bit by bit with the passage of time, buteven then it will always be there in the depths of the heart,eventually leaving a colorful stroke.
太多的遗憾让人忘记了痛苦。在时间的沙漏里，青春是一封无效的信。它固定了属于这段时间的悲伤，爱和悲伤，对和错！就像是在流逝时间，在远离梦想，在成功或失败，一路走来，孤独如春草般生长，但思绪却像是被禁锢在一个寒冷的国度。
Too many regrets make people forget the pain. In the hourglass oftime, youth is an invalid letter. It fixed this time of sorrow, loveand sorrow, right and wrong! Its as if time is passing, away fromdreams, in success or failure, along the way, loneliness grows likespring grass, but thoughts are locked in a cold country.
西风无情地催梦破浪，从此，世界远航。用我似水的岁月填满你枯死的芬芳，在梦里的水乡轻轻划动，凝视你远去的剪影。从那时起，我希望岁月安静，温暖，寒冷，每一个阶段都被遗忘。
The west wind mercilessly urges the dream to break the waves, fromnow on, the world sails away. Fill your withered fragrance with mywatery years, gently stroke in the watery land of dreams, staring atyour far-away silhouette. From then on, I hope the years are quiet,warm, cold, and each stage forgotten.
当我的心看到你，泪如雨下，多少柔情周正，我醉在人生的悲凉路上。是心中的思念，尤其是感情中的别离，是如此醉人的温柔，是如此伤痕累累的缠绵梦境，我问自己的心，曾经遇见过多少路，感情中又有多少路滑落在心底的角落，冲刷着过去。
When my heart see you, tears, how much tenderness Zhou Zheng, Idrunk in the life of the desolate road. It is the yearning in theheart, especially the parting in the feeling, it is so intoxicatinggentleness, it is so scarred lingering dream, I ask my heart, oncemet how many road, how many road in the feeling slide in the cornerof the bottom of my heart, scouring the past.
这是一盏灯。我的心像沙子一样流着泪，而我沉醉在沙滩上，看着我的梦想迈步。一句温柔的语言，有千千万万的眼泪，半滴的梦，会天长地久。
This is a lamp. My heart is crying like sand, and Im sitting onthe sand, watching my dreams move. A gentle language, millions oftears, half a drop of dream, will last forever.
感知的画面描绘了我心中的蓝图。有一种蓝色的情绪，聚集了言行的团聚。一无所有，没有未来的契约，也没有来世的音乐，但它始终描绘着今生的情怀。
The picture of perception paints the blueprint in my mind. Thereis a blue mood that gathers words and deeds together. Nothing, nofuture contract, no afterlife music, but it always describes thefeelings of this life.
时光荏苒，总是在你不经意的时候悄然而去。剩下的似乎总是陌生，没有任何熟悉的味道。我知道流动的时间，就像一颗飞舞的流星，总会在坠落的过程中留下它最美的一面，就像我们的故事，我们的岁月。
Time flies, always in your casual time quietly. The rest alwaysseems strange, without any familiar smell. I know the flow of time,just like a flying meteor, always leave its most beautiful side inthe process of falling, just like our story, our years.
我知道，关于过去的种种事情，就像时间的流逝，不可能总是与现实重叠，但我还是忍不住想去拾起它，尽管我的眼睛被潮湿的气味所覆盖，迷失在岁月里，并改变了所有记忆的颜色。
I know that things about the past, like the passage of time, can always overlap with the present, but I can help but want to pick itup, even though my eyes are covered in damp smells, lost in the yearsand changing all the colors of memory.
