泪已流尽，思已分尽，多少醉态留给了缘中人，表达自己心灵的聚散，而歌曲注定要在思想中陪伴自己的思绪，书写自己的过往
Tears have been shed, thought has been divided, how many drunkenstate left to the people of the edge, the expression of their hearts,and the song is destined to accompany their own thoughts in the mind,writing their own past
香与醉，情别离，今生相聚，来世分离，奔流的夜斩断了思念的巧夺天工，刻画了心中的泪。正因如此，魅力的旋律旋转，泪落，梦去，无人问津。
Incense and drunk, feeling separated, this life together, theseparation of the afterlife, the running night cut off the miss ofthe art of seizing nature, characterization of the heart of tears.Because of this, the melody of the charm rotates, tears fall, dreamsgo, no one cares.
疲惫的时光打开了我的心扉，打开了我的思绪，铺展了凄凉的过去，但我不得不扬帆奔向明天。岁月的位置，暂时包容我单薄的心，但一辈子留不住的温暖，却属于我。
The weary hours open my heart, open my thoughts, and spread thesad past, but I have to sail to tomorrow. The position of the years,temporarily inclusive of my thin heart, but a lifetime can not staythe warmth, but belong to me.
曾经脸红得像一团火，它变成了冰山。他的胸膛充满了思想，但它无力地溢出。它迷人而甜美，它把天空染得很深。我不想问，地球有多长，天长地久有多长，只是让傻傻的爱情流连忘返。
Once red as a fire, it turned into an iceberg. His chest was fullof thought, but it flowed feebly. It"s charming and sweet, and itdyes the sky very deep. I don"t want to ask, how long the earth, howlong the universe, just let the silly love linger.
夜已黑，花未眠，倚栏杆，思绪蔓延，琴声散着暖香案。读着你留给我的深情话语，我那颗思念的心碎了。
The night has been black, the flowers did not sleep, leaning onthe railings, thoughts spread, the piano scattered warm incensetable. Reading the affectionate words you left me, my missing heartis broken.
也许苦涩，也许悲伤，各种思念化作文字，蜷缩在凋零的花瓣间，不能失去一丝悲伤。
Maybe bitter, maybe sad, all kinds of missing into words, curledup in the withered petals, can not lose a trace of sadness.
你在担心什么，你的眼泪是什么？然而，风风雨雨，却繁荣昌盛，思想蔓延，流水不息，舟楫翻越，彼岸在另一方。
What are you worried about? What are your tears? However, the windand the rain, the prosperity, the ideas spread, the water flows, theboats jump over, the other shore is on the other side.
带着温柔和一颗心，我的思绪充满了紫色，带着温柔的微笑和凉爽的微风，温柔了我温柔岁月里优雅芬芳的花朵。
With gentleness and a heart, my thoughts are filled with purple,with gentle smiles and cool breezes, softening the elegant fragrantflowers of my gentle years.
时光荏苒，就这样站在季节的枝头，怀着一颗单纯的心，看着时间，用淡泊的笔墨，一个个书写着黑白的日月，静静地书写着一段段风景，如时间的源源不断。
Time flies, stand in the branches of the season so, with a pureheart, looking at time, with indifferent brush and ink, one by one iswriting the sun and moon of black and white, quietly writing asection of scenery, such as the endless stream of time.
轮回的四季，在这里我看到了另一种精致。我浅浅地写了一本书，让我的心变得温暖而沉醉，变成一种意味深长的温情，挂在岁月的眉梢。
The four seasons of reincarnation, here I see another kind ofdelicacy. I wrote a book, let my heart become warm and drunk, into ameaningful warmth, hanging in the years of the eyebrow tip.
让过去一年的风在季节的枝头自由蔓延。无论是绿意盎然的微风，还是灯火通明的秋月，我都只和一个美丽的女子一起享受时光角落里的浅浅宁静，把三千个冷暖读得平平无奇。
Let the winds of the past year spread freely through the seasonalbranches. No matter be green breeze, or the autumn moon with brightlights, I only enjoy the shallow quiet in the corner of time togetherwith a beautiful woman, read three thousand cold and warm flatly.
花开有意，花谢无言。山河相依，所以不需要更多的爱，只有一个人足以温暖时光。
Flowers bloom with intention, flowers fade without a word.Mountains and rivers depend on each other, so no more love is needed,only one person is enough to warm the time.
