幸福，就是找一个温暖的人过一辈子.
Happy, is looks for a warm person for a lifetime.

那是从来不曾快乐地坐在你身边的我——可悲的是，在曲终人散之后，我才恍悟，原来再也不能有你坐在身边，才是真正的不快乐。
What that was always not once joyfully sat in your side I - - is pitiful, after the things quiet down, I only then suddenly became aware, originally could not have you again to sit in the side, was true is not joyful.


只能冷暖自知，再自知，再自知，自知到灵魂的深处去孑然独立，在这漫长的路途中一直跑下去，跑向无谓的投奔。
Can only know without being told, knows oneself again, knows oneself again, knows oneself goes solitarily to the soul deep place independent, has run in this long journey, runs to senseless going.


无论如何，这个世界上只有一个你，也只有一个我。这是我们的故事。
In any event, in this world only then you, also has me. This is our story.

我相信。这个世界上有幸福，正如我相信这个世界上有爱情。
I believed. In this world has happiness, just like I believed that in this world has love.

有一些人，他们赤脚在你生命中走过，眉眼带笑，不短暂，也不漫长。却足以让你体会幸福，领略痛楚，回忆一生。
Has some people, they barefoot in your life to pass through, the facial features belt smiles, is not short, is also not long. Actually sufficiently lets you realize happiness, understands the pain, recalls the life.


年少的爱情是信仰或者是沿途的风光，都不再重要。重要的，时光已经泛黄，过不去的都过去了。是谁说的，有些爱终是散落在人海。
The young love is the belief or is scenery along the way, no longer important. Important, the time already the yellowing, could not pass passes. Was who said that some loves were finally scatter in the huge crowd.


世界上，唯独骗不了的，是自己的心，它总在你最没提防时，暴露你的欢喜忧愁。
In the world, could not deceive only, was own heart, it when you most has not always guarded against, exposed you to like sadly.

流浪至北回归线的锦年。我想要的生活，没有捷径。所以当你们不懂我为什么这么做的时候我也不去解释。我知道这是我的路我应该怎样去走。
Roams about to the Tropic of Cancer brocade year. I want the life, does not have the shortcut. When therefore you do not understand time me who why I such do do not to explain. I knew how this is my road I should go