You are a tree a tree flowers，Yan the beam whisper。You are the love，is warm，is the hope，you are the April day of the earth。
你是一树一树的花开，是燕在梁间呢喃。你是爱，是暖，是希望，你是人间的四月天。
Forget had the world；you；mourning who had been in love；falling like the fall do，forget to these tears in the mood。
忘掉曾有这世界；有你；哀悼谁又曾有过爱恋；落花似的落尽，忘了去这些个泪点里的情绪。
No wonder she laughs forever is a lie that people made，who and boldly loved this great transformation？
难怪她笑永恒是人们造的谎，谁又大胆地爱过这伟大的变换？
Love is a fate placed under the board。A short moment，a long time forever。
爱情是宿命摆下的一个局。短暂的瞬间，漫长的永远。
Keep the train tracks，mountains，water，Chen dead tomb。
火车噙住轨，过山、过水、过陈死人的墓。
Life has long described her style，is too weak，is a beautiful imagination。
生命早描定她的式样，太薄弱，是人们美丽的想象。
But who can penetrate the illusory transformation，who boldly loved the great transformation？
但谁又能参透这幻化的轮回，谁又大胆地爱过这伟大的变换？
This is a rudder，and you don’t have to work harder to turn it around。
这是一支定向的舵，你不要再费力气去扭转了。
You have to forget I have lived in this world。
你也要忘掉了我曾经在这个世界里活过。
Old people worry or complain much tenderness amidst the Yin poem lively wreck。
人老了脉脉烟雨愁吟或牢骚多折损诗的活泼。
Healthy travel can see landscape Temple scenic spots，but also can know the simplicity of the mainland customs。
健康的旅行既可以看看山水古刹的名胜，又可以知道点内地纯朴的人情风俗。
Our sleeping porch，yangshou contemplation cornice shadow，watching the cold months infested cloud base，stars appear and disappear from time to time，natural and artificial，carefree and leisurely soluble synthetic dream，the taste is profound。
我们夜宿廊下，仰首静观檐底黑影，看凉月出没云底，星斗时隐时现，人工自然，悠然溶合入梦，滋味深长。
Just like that，like talking to visitors，I sink in static sipping tea silently。
就是那样地，像待客人说话，我在静沉中默啜着茶。
No matter how you hide，want to retain youthful innocence，time will still relentlessly in your face leave imprinted with ring of wind and frost。
无论你如何隐藏，想要挽留青春的纯真，岁月还是会无情地在你脸上留下年轮的印迹与风霜。
Is the heart leak but patience，tired of this dream！
是心漏却忍耐，厌烦了这空想！
On the death，we just always be in a daze，swallowing Kuse tears until the time to exploit the plaintive sharp，scab node every time we mourn over the wound。
对这死，我们只是永远发怔，吞咽枯涩的.泪，待时间来剥削这哀恸的尖锐，痂结我们每次悲悼的创伤。
What we call life today，after which it is history。
我们今天所叫做生活的，过后它便是历史。
The night your hand holding my hand，lost its blockade of heavy sorrow starry night。
那一晚你的手牵着我的手，迷惘的星夜封锁其重愁。
A poetic Chihiro waterfall，eternal world April day。Person’s life can not only love a person，she said with a smile，love is just a fate placed under the board。
一身诗意千寻瀑，万古人间四月天。人的一生不可能只爱一个人，她笑说爱情只是宿命摆下的一个局。
Ten days to see the picture，you can sing the days are ancient things。
旬日来眼看去的都是图画，日子都是可以歌唱的古事。
She laughs forever is the lie that people make，to comfort the disappearance of love，the pain of death。
她笑永恒是人们造的谎，来抚慰恋爱的消失，死亡的痛。
Only the lonely sitting off，to regain the hustle and bustle；the sad as，to regain smile；the bitter tasted to nature back to Gan。
人只有将寂寞坐断，才能重拾喧嚣；把悲伤过尽，才能重见欢颜；把苦涩尝遍，才能自然回甘。
No one has ever said anything about August，summer has passed，it’s not autumn。
从没有人说过八月什么话，夏天过去了，也不到秋天。
No one has ever said anything about August，summer has passed，it’s not autumn。But I looked at the ridge，the earth wall melon，still do not understand how life and dream connect。
从没有人说过八月什么话，夏天过去了，也不到秋天。但我望着田垄，土墙上的瓜，仍不明白生活同梦怎样的连牵。
On that day everything is saved than a flash，a breath of wind less traces，you have to forget I have lived in this world。
到那天一切都不存留，比一闪光，一息风更少痕迹，你也要忘掉了我曾经在这世界里活过。
I lowered the sail，rejected the lure of the sea，the waves beat the escape。
我降下了帆，拒绝大海的诱惑，逃避那浪涛的拍打。
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