有時，一個人的成長，起因於失去。
有時，只有失去了最重要的人和事，才會在後來的某一天突然想起時醒悟。
Sometimes, a person's growth is caused by loss.
Sometimes, only the loss of the most important people and things, will one day suddenly remember to wake up.
洞察，永遠是一件令人痛心的事。
本來以為自己會恨一輩子，當我絕望的時候拿起刀來，當我絕望的時候拿起刀來，當我無奈的時候接受梧桐。
Insight is always a sad thing.
Originally thought that I would hate a lifetime, when I despair to pick up the knife, when I despair to pick up the knife, when I am helpless to accept the dragonfly.
我以為，生活從來就是這樣，來來去去，還有一大把時間用來成就我的恨意。
就在這第一場雪花飄落的時候，一切都結束了。
I thought, life has always been like this, come and go, and a lot of time to achieve my hate.
It was all over when the first snow fell.
忽然發現，原來在人生的面前，愛與恨從來都不重要。
諾言是空頭支票，有多少人幾年後還記得，還會兌現？
Suddenly found that the original in front of life, love and hate is never important.
Promises are blank checks, how many people remember in a few years, will still cash?
有時候我總覺得自己的生活更像是一出鬧劇，嘻嘻哈哈，發瘋似地，不想活了。
但我卻那樣誠摯而執著地享受這樣的生活。
Sometimes I always feel that my life is more like a farce, hip-hop haha, crazy like, do not want to live.
But I enjoy this life so sincerely and persistently.
最起碼，當我微笑時，我看不到自己的悲傷。
或者有一天，我趴在你的肩膀上，哭或者笑。
At the very least, when I smile, I can't see my sorrow.
Or one day, I lie on your shoulder, crying or laughing.
走過繁華，走過蒼涼，我在紅塵中遇見你，在陌上最深的霧中遇見你，一如，初見的模樣。
秒針，分針，時針，把幻象旋轉成無數密密麻麻的日子，最後匯合成時間的長河，成為我們所生活的巨大時代。
Walk through the bustling, walk through the desolate, I met you in the red dust, in the deepest fog on the stranger to meet you, just like, the first look.
Second hand, minute hand, hour hand, the illusion of rotating into countless dense hemp days, and finally sink the long river of time, become the great era of our lives.
與我們兩個人相比，我和我們都是其中最小的一部分。
Compared with the two of us, me and we are the smallest of them.
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