我多么想撞进你的怀里，紧紧地拥抱你，为我的悲伤哭泣，然后你摸着我的头说，哭吧，我还在。我想成为你最喜欢的人，也是最不愿意说再见的人。
How I want to bump into your arms, hug you tightly and cry for my sadness. Then you touch my head and say, cry, I"m still there. I want to be your favorite person and the person who is most reluctant to say goodbye.
如果，只是如果，加上一个解释，我又错过了，但我只是放声大哭。如果没有解释，就没必要说什么了。生命的触摸只是一个人的命运，只是一个人的梦想。
If, just if, with an explanation, I missed it again, but I just cried loudly. If there is no explanation, there is no need to say anything. The touch of life is only a person"s destiny, just a person"s dream.
自我就像一个被扔到角落里的物体，一块掉在街上的破布，卑微地活着，在世人面前装模作样。
Self is like an object thrown into the corner, a rag dropped on the street, living humbly and pretending in front of the world.
不忠的眼泪，抹不去的，多少委屈只是生活中的冷漠，孤独的牵挂，冷漠的眼神，深情的思念，漂泊的人生风景，结局的人，而微笑也是一种错误。
Disloyal tears can"t be erased. How many grievances are just indifference in life, lonely concern, indifferent eyes, affectionate thoughts, wandering life scenery and ending people, and smiling is also a mistake.
如果连时间都可以抚平伤口，如果一切都可以无动于衷，我在想，在未来的某一天，我可能会突然想起，也许我的心还是会隐隐作痛，还是会突然触动我的神经？
If even time can heal the wound, if everything can be indifferent, I"m thinking that one day in the future, I may suddenly think of it, maybe my heart will still ache, or will it suddenly touch my nerve?
如果爱你是错的，我不想对；如果对意味着没有你，我宁愿错一辈子。
If loving you is wrong, I don"t want to be right; If right means no you, I"d rather be wrong all my life.
错的人就是错的人。你永远不会因为能忍受或者忍受的时间多了就成为对的人。你该走了。
The wrong person is the wrong person. You will never be the right person because you can endure or endure more time. You should go.
忧愁，有时像麻药，有时像一杯酒，有时使人麻木，有时使人微醉。
Sorrow is sometimes like an anesthetic, sometimes like a glass of wine, sometimes numbing, sometimes slightly drunk.
