每個人都可以留在風景如畫的地方，走回到失去的記憶，思考未來的希望。然而，心中的寒冷，夢裡的殘疾，記憶中的悲傷，總會時不時地擊中心中的傷痛。
Everyone can stay in the picturesque place， walk back to lost memories and think about the hope for the future。 However， the cold in the heart， the disability in the dream， the sadness in the memory， always hit the pain in the heart from time to time。
不敢走進回憶，總想迷失在那些回憶裡的悲傷、痛苦和煎熬裡。也許，那裡有最真實、最愛和本質的自己。
Dare not walk into memories， always want to be lost in those memories of sadness， pain and suffering。 Perhaps， there is the most true， favorite and essential self。
一個人的孤獨不是一種美。我不記得誰說過享受孤獨也是一種幸福。愛上孤獨是人生的財富
Loneliness is not a kind of beauty。 I don‘t remember anyone saying that being alone is a kind of happiness。 Falling in love with loneliness is the wealth of life
自我悲傷的再現是悲劇的迴圈表現。如果沒有結局，天空永遠是灰色的。
The reappearance of self-grief is a cyclical manifestation of tragedy。 If there is no end， the sky is always gray。
灰色的天空，只有經過風暴的洗禮，經過淚水的沖刷，才能變藍。但眼淚也是一種代價，一種血淚的代價。
Gray sky， only after the baptism of the storm， after the erosion of tears， can turn blue。 But tears are also a price， a price of blood tears。
孤獨的燈光，失明的眼睛，凝聚的燭光，一絲自我的憂傷。透過窗戶，月光溜了進來，留下了渾濁的酒的昏暗光線。我以為喝酒可以消除悲傷。有沒有想過，當酒進入悲傷，它變成了相思的眼淚，眼淚湧進腮。
Lonely lights， blind eyes， condensed candlelight， a trace of self sadness。 Through the window， the moon slipped in， leaving behind the dim light of the turbid wine。 I thought drinking would take the edge off。 Have you ever thought that when wine goes into sorrow， it turns into tears of lovesickness， tears gushing into cheeks。
