人生路那么长，每个时刻都有人与自己邂逅同行离开。感激他们丰富了生命，然后就这样子，慢慢的成长了吧。Life is such a long road, every moment someone met with their peers left. Thank them for their lives, and then, as they grow up.
人类的世界，很痛苦。猜测、嫉妒、毁灭、损坏。The human world, very painful. Speculation, jealousy, destruction, damage.
我想成为你最好的邂逅，最难的再见。I want to be your best encounter, the hardest goodbye.
那些喜欢过的人，还会再遇见吗？那些感动过的事，还会再怀念吗？Those who like, will meet again? Those moving things, will miss it?
这是一个种满仙人掌的花房，我拿着一个叫做幸福的气球站了很久，很久。This is a kind of greenhouse full of cacti, I took a balloon named “happiness for a long time, for a long time.
人之所以会死，是因为身体不能承受进化的能量。People will die, because the body can not withstand the evolution of energy.
那些我们一直惴惴不安又充满好奇的未来，会在心里隐隐约约觉得它们是明亮的。That we have been anxious and fearful and curious about the future, will be in the heart indistinct feel they are bright.
我就要飞了，我可能不酷，也不特别，所以，我不会说很酷的话，只想说，请不要忘了我。I’m going to fly, I may not cool, not special, so I will not say cool words, just want to say, please do not forget me.
你根本没有像爱他那么认真地去恨他；没有像勾引他那么费尽心机地忘记他。You didn’t hate him as much as he loved him; he didn’t try to forget him as much as he did.
不知不觉喜欢上天空的蓝色，因为你的微笑在那里。I like the blue sky, because your smile is over there.
我说人生啊，如果尝过一回痛快淋漓的风景，写过一篇杜鹃啼血的文章，与一个赏心悦目的人错肩，也就够了。I said that life, if tasted a scenery with great eloquence, wrote a cuckoo lament article, with a pleasing people the wrong shoulder is enough.
有的时候，所谓的幸福，都是别人眼里的。我们总是很容易觉得别人幸福，觉得自己可怜。Sometimes, the so-called happiness, is the eyes of others. We always feel that others are happy, feel poor.
世界在庞大的雨水里变得安静。变得孤单。变得寂寞。变成了一个让人悲伤的星球。The world becomes quiet in the rain. Become lonely. Become lonely. Turned into a sad planet.
计算着抛物线的周期，想想这个着周期重现的点。彼此相像着，却又恒定的疏离着。Calculate the cycle of the parabola, and think about the recurring point. Like each other, but the constant alienation.
我是傻瓜还是糊涂蛋，明明是那麽认真地快乐与担忧过，怎麽就这��彻彻底底地忘记了呢？I was a fool or confused, it is so seriously happiness and worries, how is it completely forgotten?
能和你现在牵着手的那个人。With the one you’re holding on to.
如此失落的，我也长大了，如此寂寞地，我也长大了。So lost, I have grown up, so lonely, I have grown up.
只有记忆成了身外之物，我们才可以在这陵园一样的人间，走得远些。Only the memory became a thing apart, we can in this cemetery the same earth, go farther.
如果我们能真正地举重若轻起来，至少在表达上，该是多么好。If we can really ease up, at least in the expression, which is how good.
生命若给我无数张面孔，我永远选择最疼痛的一张去触摸。If life gives me many faces, I always choose the most painful one to touch.