我终生的等候，换不来你刹那的凝眸。
I am waiting for life, not for the moment you ningmou.
前世的回眸换来了今生的相遇，可浪漫的爱情就此擦肩而过。
The past life in return for the encounter of this life, romantic love can pass by.
他怎么会知道啊。压根不知道的，你一厢情愿在那里抨击什么呀，失落什么，难过什么，气愤什么，凭什么。
How could he know.Don know at all, your wishful thinking there attack what ah, lost what, sad what, angry what, with what.
一打少年听雨，红烛昏沉。再打中年听雨，客舟中江阔云低。三打白头听雨的僧庐下，这便是亡宋之痛，一颗敏感心灵的一生：楼上，江上，庙里，用冷冷的雨珠子串成。
A dozen teenagers listen to the rain, red candles faint.Then play middle - aged listening to the rain, guest boat in the river wide cloud low.This is the pain of the death of the Song Dynasty, the life of a sensitive soul: upstairs, on the river, in the temple, strung with cold rain beads.
情还没有来到，日子是无忧无虑的；最痛苦的，也不过是测验和考试。当时觉得很大压力，后来回望，不过是多么的微小。
Love has not come, the day is carefree;The most painful, but also is the test and examination.I felt a lot of pressure at that time, but when I looked back, IT was just so tiny.
所有你感觉可以带给你痛苦的回忆，现在回想起来都会带给你微笑。
All the memories that you feel can bring you pain will bring you a smile in retrospect.
世上有两样东西不可直视，一是太阳，二是人心。
There are two things in the world that cannot be looked at directly, one is the sun, the other is the human heart.
一个人走在街上，再从容也像赶路。
A person walking in the street, then calmly also like a journey.
爱情开始的时候，忙着把对方的习惯变成习惯。爱情结束的时候，又忙着把这些习惯封成禁忌。
At the beginning of love, be busy turning each others habits into habits.Love is over, and busy sealing these habits taboo.
几年后，我遇到了你叫出了你的名字，而你会不会不认识我。
A few years later, I met you and called out your name, and you don know me.
是不是女人一生下来，就注定是给男人骗的？
Is it true that women are destined to be cheated by men when they are born?
失恋了,好似上帝再给你一次重新选择的机会,让你看清对方,看清自己让你知道自己真正想要的是什么。
Lovelorn, as if God gives you a chance to choose again, let you see each other, see yourself so that you know what you really want.
是你演技太差，让人一眼就看穿，还是我演技太好，微笑背后的孤独，终是无人看破。
Is your acting is too bad, let a person see through, or my acting is too good, smile behind the loneliness, is no one see through.
记忆可以漂泊，悲伤并没有减少。
Memories can drift, and sorrow does not diminish.
