想把夏天的橘子汽水，卖给颜料用完的梵高。
Want to sell summer orange soda to Van Gogh, who ran out of paint.
我有的时候特别喜欢写些唯美文案，并不是我真的喜欢，而我想把这份幸运分享给你。
Sometimes I particularly like to write some beautiful copy, not I really like, and I want to share this lucky to you.
每当写一些句子之后，都觉得特别的唯美，特别的有意境，因为那一刻我才明白什么叫做青春。
Whenever I write some sentences, I feel very beautiful, special intention, because that moment I understand what is called youth.
如果可以再来一次，我还想回到那年夏天，回到那个拿着橘子汽水喝的年纪，然后把自己的理想都奉献给崇高的自己。
If I could do it again, I would like to go back to that summer, back to the age of drinking with orange soda, and then dedicated my ideals to my noble self.
我还要回到那年青春，打着青春肆意妄为的旗号奔向你因为那份喜欢这辈子不会再有。
I also want to go back to that year of youth, playing youth wanton banner to you because that like this life will not have.
那年的夏天就像桃子味汽水的心动，我在阳光转角处突然看见，
That summer was like a peach-flavored soda, and I suddenly saw it at the corner of the sun,
我都不知道，因为这一眼盯了我青春的岁月，我再也无法消沉自己。
I don know, because this eye on my youth years, I can no longer depressed themselves.
其实就像一句话，好看的皮囊，千篇一律有趣的灵魂万里挑一，我在那一刻仿佛觉得自己是一个画家，一个颜料用完的梵高。
In fact, like a sentence, good-looking leather sac, all interesting soul to pick one, I feel at that moment as if I am a painter, a paint used up Van Gogh.
我看到你的那年，我甚至不知道该用什么样的颜色来描绘你的风采，只能把自己的心化作燃料扑在你的背后。
When I saw you that year, I didn even know what color to use to describe your style, only to put their heart as fuel in your back.
直到青春的记忆结束，我也没有勇气对你说一声我喜欢你，可是今天的我画笔被爱输撒在这里
Until the end of the memory of youth, I also do not have the courage to say to you I like you, but today My brush is lost by love here.
如果在来得及，我想用颜料写我爱你。
If in time, I want to use paint to write I love you.
简木情话馆，始终与你相拥
Jane wood, always hug with you
和喜欢的人在一起就是双倍的快乐
希望有人眼睛闪闪，对你讲浪漫和爱
愿这个夏天像漫画吹起的风，治愈着每一个人
人间本不该令我这么惊喜的，但是你来了
暖心文案｜当我们找不到答案时，就去看看这个世界
