假如每次想起你我都会得到一朵鲜花，那么我将永远在花丛中徜徉。
If I had a single flower for every time I think about you, I could walk forever in my garden


凋谢是真实的，盛开只是一种过去。
Fading is true while flowering is past.

神呀，我的那些愿望真是愚傻呀，它们杂在你的歌声中喧叫着呢。
让我只是静听着吧。
My wishes are fools, they shout across thy song, my Master.
　　 Let me but listen.


鸟儿愿为一朵云。
云儿愿为一只鸟。
The bird wishes it were a cloud.
　　 The cloud wishes it were a bird.


心是尖锐的，不是宽博的，它执着在每一点上，却并不活动。
The mind, sharp but not broad, sticks at every point but does not move.


To the world you may be one person, but to one person you may be the world.
　　对于世界而言，你是一个人；但是对于某个人，你是他的整个世界。

大江东去，浪淘尽，千古风流人物。
The endless river eastward flows; with its huge waves are gone all those galla
nt heroes of bygone years.


Don‘t cry because it is over, smile because it happened.
不要因为结束而哭泣，微笑吧，为你的曾经拥有。


Tell me you are mine. I'll be yours through all the years, till the end of time.
请告诉我你是我的。岁岁年年，我都属于你，永远永远。


一个人总要走陌生的路，看陌生的风景，听陌生的歌，然后在某个不经意的瞬间，你会发现，原本是费尽心机想要忘记的事情真的就那么忘记了。
　　One is always on a strange road, watching strange scenery and listeningto strange music. Then one day, you will find that the things you tryhard to forget are already gone.
-----
strange here is really strange.
I prefer new.


明天变成了今天成为了昨天，最后成为记忆里不再重要的某一天，我们突然发现自己在不知不觉中已被时间推着向前走，这不是静止火车里，与相邻列车交错时，仿佛自己在前进的错觉，而是我们真实的在成长，在这件事里成了另一个自己。
　　When tomorrow turns in today, yesterday, and someday that no moreimportant in your memory, we suddenly realize that we r pushed forwardby time. This is not a train in still in which you may feel forwardwhen another train goes by. It is the truth that we've all grown up.And we become different.


我们每个人都生活在各自的过去中，人们会用一分钟的时间去认识一个人，用一小时的时间去喜欢一个人，再用一天的时间去爱上一个人，到最后呢，却要用一辈子的时间去忘记一个人。
　　We all live in the past. We take a minute to know someone, one hour tolike someone, and one day to love someone, but the whole life to forgetsomeone.


一生至少该有一次，为了某个人而忘了自己，不求有结果，不求同行，不求曾经拥有，甚至不求你爱我。只求在我最美的年华里，遇到你。
　　In your life, there will at least one time that you forget yourself forsomeone, asking for no result, no company, no ownership nor love. Justask for meeting you in my most beautiful years.


.“海水呀，你说的是什么？”
“是永恒的疑问。”
“天空呀，你回答的话是什么？”
“是永恒的沉默。”
What language is thine, O sea?
　　 The language of eternal question.
　　 What language is thy answer, O sky?
　　 The language of eternal silence.
　　 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　

Never frown, even when you are sad, because you never know who is falling in love with your smile.
　　纵然伤心，也不要愁眉不展，因为你不知是谁会爱上你的笑容。