1、走在被遗忘的街道上，时间抖落记忆的尘埃，改变岁月清晰的语言。风是街上的过客，人是风景。而我，站在秋风下的落叶里，抚摸着繁华的一瞥。
Walking in the forgotten streets, time shakes off the dust ofmemory, change the clear language of years. The wind is a passer-byon the street, and the person is the scenery. And I, standing in thefallen leaves under the autumn wind, stroked the bustling glimpse.
2、每一个渡口，每一个车站，每一次相遇，每一次失落，随意而来，随意升起，微笑一次，孤独一人！
Every ferry, every station, every encounter, every loss, come atwill, rise at will, smile once, alone!
3、繁华如梦，时光易逝。有多少次去鼻烟捡了又没睡，有多少次看不见人。一个人，终于尝到了悲伤，错过了画满月的香味。
Prosperity is like a dream, time flies. How many times to pick upsnuff and did not sleep, how many times can not see people. A person,finally tasted the sadness, missed the fragrance of the painting fullmoon.
4、岁月悄悄流逝。不知不觉，岁月一次次流逝。我似乎已经忘记现在是多少年了。往事荡漾在逝去的岁月里，随着时间的暗变，已经慢慢远去，消失得无影无踪。然而，我依然执着于昨日的繁华，追逐故事中的微光。
The years slipped by. Unconsciously, the years passed again andagain. I seem to have forgotten how many years it is. The pastripples in the passing years, with the dark change of time, hasslowly gone away, disappeared without a trace. However, I still clingto yesterdays prosperity, chasing the shimmer in the story.
5、在过去的岁月里，过去的身影早已不复存在，故事的结局和云彩消失得无影无踪。但我不由自主的思绪仍在麻木地寻找繁华的轨迹，希望点缀我黑暗的天空。
In the past years, the past figure has long ceased to exist, theend of the story and the clouds disappeared without a trace. But MYinvoluntary thoughts are still numb to find the busy track, I hope toembellish the dark sky.
6、小月迷离，寒气散尽。琵琶古筝，见薄幕影，总是老脸又新伤。呆在你的枕头旁，你的梦会落下，你将没有雨或云。望着窗脊，雕栏依旧，谁醉了。韶华清梦，时光消逝。春天很难珍惜，过去充满了繁荣。
Xiao Yue blurred, cold dispersed. Lute guzheng, see thin screenshadow, always old face and new injury. Stay by your pillow, yourdreams will fall, and you will have no rain or clouds. Looking at thewindow ridge, as before, who drunk. Youth is a dream, time is gone.Spring is hard to cherish, the past is full of prosperity.
7、孤独的月亮，干燥的城市，风雨交加的夜晚，寒冷刺骨。尘封旧梦，对得起清晰的梦，只为今生的爱。有一个季节，烟雨落在露台上，雾气萦绕。繁华的红尘。
Lonely moon, dry city, stormy night, bitter cold. Dusty old dream,live up to the clear dream, only for the love of this life. Oneseason, misty rain fell on the terrace. The bustling world ofmortals.
8、真爱就像水，就像梦。一首古筝，婉转迷离，犹如罗莎的怜惜，让人感到心酸。即使一个人的执念是座右铭，也很难给无爱打分。
True love is like water, like a dream. A guzheng, subtle andconfusing, like Rosas pity, let a person feel sad. Even if onesobsession is the motto, its hard to rate lovelessness.
