彩虹的另一端是我们期待的爱情，永久的爱情。The other end of the rainbow is the love we look for, the everlasting love.
满天星花圃里，紫色的小花瓣星星点点，掩映在绿叶之中。The stars in the garden, small purple petals tiny spots, nestled in the green leaves.
原来心疼，是这样的；催眠自己，告诉自己，有幸福。The original love, is such; hypnosis themselves, tell yourself, there is happiness.
有些话，你想说自然会说，不想说，听到的也只是假话。Some words, you want to say natural will say, do not want to say, hear it only.
感觉自己和个木偶一样，经历多了也就麻木了。Feel like a puppet, experience more and more numb.
有人说时间会让我忘记了痛。原来时间只是让我习惯了痛。Some people say that time will make me forget the pain. The original time just let me get used to the pain.
昔有朝歌夜弦之高楼，上有倾城倾国之舞袖。In the building there have indulge in wines and songs, as the dance of sleeve.
毕业了，也许还会怀念寝室卧谈会那轻松，愉悦的感觉。After graduation, may miss the bedroom lying on the relaxed and joyful feeling.
我们一起奋斗的日子，一起跑过的日子是最值得怀念的。The days we fought together, the day we run together, is the most memorable.
最美的不是下雨天，而是下雨时能为你遮风的屋檐。The most beautiful is not the rainy day, but when it rains, can cover the wind for you.
多想有一天醒来，爱情在，你在，阳光在，明媚在，温暖在。How much I want to wake up one day, love, you are in, the sun, shining in, warm in the.
灯火星星，人声杳杳，歌不尽乱世烽火。Star lights, voice Yao Yao, song far gone beacon.
总要拿段时间来做梦，成长之后，成熟之前。Always take some time to dream, grow up, mature before.
谁将烟焚散，散了纵横的牵绊；听弦断，断那三千痴缠。Who will smoke scattered, scattered and bond; listen to the broken strings, the three thousand are broken.
愁未满，心已乱；欲醉不成怨酒淡。Sorrow is not full, the heart has chaos; to be drunk not to blame wine pale.
成功的门往往虚掩着，只要你勇敢去推，它就会豁然洞开。Often unlatched the door of success, as long as you are brave to push, it will suddenly open.
笑到世界都流泪、哭到世界都憔悴、爱到世界都崩溃。Laugh to the world to cry, cry to the world are worn, love to the world collapse.
一个爱做梦的孩子，在一个还会做梦的年龄，多好啊。A child who loves to dream, in a dream of the age, how good ah.
烟就和感情一样不能换，换了就抽不出味道来了。Smoke and feelings can not be replaced, for no taste to the smoke.
这世界只有回不去的没有过不去的。The world can not go back to not go.