习惯一个人懒懒地听着那忧伤的旋律，
习惯一个人默默地看着那伤感的文字，
总觉得天那么蓝，蓝得让人有点忧郁，
夜那么静，静得让人有点想哭，
生活那么苍白，苍白得让人有点无力，
现实那么残酷，残酷得让人有点悲哀，
感觉那么清晰，清晰得让人有点虚伪，
疼痛那么真实，真实得让人有点麻木...
选择孤单,选择寂寞,
选择沉沦,选择等待。
Habits of a person lazily listening to the sad melody,
Habits of a person silently watching the sad words,
Feel that the sky so blue, the blue makes a person a bit melancholy,
The night is so quiet, so still have to cry,
Life is so pale, pale and make people feel a little weakness,
Reality so cruel, cruel people get a little sad,
Feel so clearly, clearly makes a bit hypocritical,
Pain is so real, real people have to have a little numb ...
Selection alone, choose loneliness,
Choose to sink, choose to wait.

有些话固然残忍, 但就是事实。
Some of it is cruel, but is fact.

面具带久了 就融入到皮肤里面
忘记了 自己还是带着面具的
忘了自己不带面具时候的样子
Mask with a long time is integrated into the skin.
Forget yourself or with a mask
Forget to do not bring their own mask.

你遥远的就如刻在我心里一样永远永远也无法触摸不到
只是留下这不常搐动的一丝淡雅的忧伤
青涩的同窗如那一帘后被风撩动的阳光
聚焦的光彩会突然间撒落到我孤单的舞坛
You are so far as engraved in my heart will never touch
Just leave it often touches a pale blue
Young students as the curtain was the wind touch the sun
Focusing light suddenly fell to my lonely dance


摘不下面具 心就已经结成伤疤
烂到骨头里面的疼痛
His heart had been formed under the mask of scars
Bad to the bone inside the pain

我可以在一尘不染的纸上 写满你的名字
我可以用倾斜的字体 公正的在纸上写满你的名字
每一个笔画都深深的写满了我对你的思念
若你知道我的用心良苦
I can maintain one's original pure character sheet of paper to write you name
Can I use tilt fonts just on paper to write you name
Every stroke are deeply filled with my thoughts of you
If you know what I have cudgeled one's brains

空间是纬
时间是经
公转自转里星球在某个交织的角落给了相遇的隐喻
我会在某一隅遇上你
就如经线
纬线的伸展必将交织成结一样
Space is the weft
Time is through
Revolution in the star in a mixed corner to meet metaphor
I will meet you in some place
As the warp
Weft Stretch will be woven into the node.

很多我们以为一辈子都不会忘掉的事情
就在我们念念不忘的日子里 被我们遗忘了
We thought a lot of things you will never forget
As we think constantly of days is forgotten by us

有些悲伤 始终浓的化不开
有些快乐 将要淡的被遗忘 。
Some sad always concentrated not change
Some happy will light the forgotten.

受伤前是有多渴望舔舐流着血的伤口。却原来不只是舌尖游走的贪婪。还有伤口的痛。
Before his injury is more eager to lick the bleeding wound. But the original tongue walk not just greedy. There are wound pain.

那些倾尽所有去追求的。却只是最能伤害自己的。
Those who try to pursue. But most can hurt yourself.

叛逆的生活是歇斯底里的。长久的过下去只是会掏空那本就脆弱的灵魂。
Rebellious life is hysterical. Long live just emptied the fragile soul.

伤口会被时间抚平。只是那些伤疤还散发着淡淡的回忆的味道。
The wound will be time to heal. Only those scars also exudes a faint memories.

不合适的人 还爱着他不是你的错 只是徒曾伤痛 -
试一试着去放手 就算真的还放不下 -
时间 对的人 一定可以让你忘掉这个错的人 -
不要让自己再沉沦 -
Not the right people still love him not you just had pain -
Try to let go if it does not fit -
Time for the person will be able to let you forget the wrong man
Don't let yourself sink -

如果我从没遇见你，如果我从没爱上你，如果我一开始没坚信，也许我就不会是现在的这个自己。
If I never met you, if I never fell in love with you, if I did not believe a start, perhaps I would not now this is their.