我终于明白，如果你美丽，越快越好，你将永远无法像水一样经过。五颜六色的春光只是一道闪光。事实上，我们都会有老去的那一天。
I have come to understand that if you are beautiful, the soonerthe better, you will never pass like water. The colorful spring isjust a flash of light. The truth is, we all get old someday.
既然岁月已经把你我抛在一边，为什么还要迷恋几段泛黄的回忆？人们总是问为什么好事总是发生在昨天。那是因为我们都不自觉地爱上了一个叫怀旧的词。
Since time has cast you and me aside, why also infatuated with afew yellowing memories? People always ask why good things happenyesterday. Thats because weve all unconsciously fallen in love witha word called nostalgia.
阳光温暖，岁月宁静。你来之前我怎么敢变老？
The sun is warm and the years are quiet. How dare I grow oldbefore you come?
岁月如斑驳的铜镜，天空拂过大地的大门，岁月的星辰描绘着沧桑，纵横交错的人间风云。谁能像下棋一样了解这个世界？
Time is like a mottled bronze mirror, the sky blows over the doorof the earth, the years of stars describe the vicissitudes of life,crisscrossing human clouds. Who can understand the world like a gameof chess?
当烟雾瞬间消失，青石街回眸，向你微笑。
When the smoke disappears, bluestone street looks back and smilesat you.
匆匆过去了多少年，漫长的岁月里，我们许下了多少承诺，多少年后，我们是否会无怨无悔地相伴，只是因为你的微笑，错过了我生命匆匆的一年。
In a hurry over how many years, long years, how many promises wemade, how many years later, whether we will accompany withoutregrets, just because of your smile, missed my life in a hurry oneyear.
雪花开放枯萎了七个夜晚，就像短暂的相聚和永久的离别。请原谅我在这一刻转身离去，因为岁月的贫瘠，因为我无法坚持到最后，因为我生命中最深的爱，但它终究跟不上时间。
Snow bloomed and withered for seven nights, like a brief gatheringand a permanent departure. Please forgive me for turning away at thismoment, because of the barren years, because I can hold on to theend, because of the deepest love of my life, but it can keep upwith the time.
如果你离开，那将是惊艳时光的尘埃，播撒岁月，厌倦悲伤和似曾相识。如果你回来，你将是一个温柔的人。如果你死于时间，让你温柔有什么错！
If you leave, it will be the dust of amazing times, spreadingyears, weary of sadness and deja vu. If you come back, you will be agentle man. If you die of time, whats wrong with making you gentle!
没有人能告诉我们永远有多远。我不知道从哪一天开始，我们不再相信永生的承诺。岁月会被遗忘，铭刻在我们的手心。我们用眼睛看不到，用流水穿不了，过不去，明天就不远了。
No one can tell us how far forever is. I don know when westopped believing in the promise of immortality. Years will beforgotten, engraved in the palm of our hands. We can see it withour eyes, we can wear it with water, we can pass it, and tomorrowwon be far away.
