我们到此为止，再无未来
We"re done here. There"s no future
必须洗净一切往事，否则你永远无法清楚自由地看这个世界。
You have to clean up the past, or you"ll never see the world clearly and freely.
我白天在阳光下欢笑，夜晚在被窝里哭泣
I laughed in the sun during the day and cried in my bed at night
秋季凌乱的伤痛，在伤疤里延展着。言语掩盖得了的是别人的眼神，掩盖不了内心的伤痛。一个转身，诉说更多的不只是离别。深深埋葬的感觉，谁能轻易释怀？张开手的力量，足以让软弱的自己狼狈不堪。
Autumn messy pain, extending in the scar.Words can cover up the eyes of others, can not cover up the pain in the heart.A turn around, tell more than just parting.Deeply buried feelings, who can easily let go?Open hand power, enough to make their weak embarrassed.
现在终于到了要分别的时候，他比我先走，我反而觉得有点欣慰。这样的悲伤，迟早会让我们其中一个人单独体会，就让我来承担好了。
Now it was finally time to part, and he left before me, and I felt a little relieved.Sooner or later, one of us will feel this sorrow alone, so let me bear it.
害怕失去你，却从未伸出手将你抓牢，时间带走了你的微笑，却抹不平我内心的浮躁。
Afraid of losing you, but never reach out to hold you, time took away your smile, but uneven my heart impetuous.
怀表里那张陈旧的照片上，有一个说要在天堂和我见面的女人。我把她的笑容放在离时间最近的地方。我只想让我的时光中有她的笑容，一直都有。
The old picture in the pocket watch had a woman who said she would meet me in heaven.I put her smile in the closest place to time.I just want her smile in my time, all the time.
我本将心向明月，奈何明月照沟渠。
First I turn my heart toward the moon, but the moon shines on the ditch.
最近一直想不通一件事：学中文能跟中国人说话，学英文能跟老外讲话，学文言文你跟鬼讲去啊。
Recently I have been wondering one thing: learning Chinese can talk to Chinese people, learning English can talk to foreigners, learning Classical Chinese you talk to ghosts.
如果我用你待我的方式来待你，恐怕你早已离去，不管亲情，友情，还是爱情，凡事换个角度，假如你是我，你未必有我大度。
If I use you to treat me the way to treat you, I"m afraid you have left, no matter affection, friendship, or love, everything from a different Angle, if you are me, you may not have my generosity.
我向你夸下海口，心为你滴成琥珀，冷却以后，千万年后爱通透依旧。
I boast to you haikou, heart drops amber for you, after cooling, after thousands of years of love still fully.
隔岸的烟花，繁华了似锦流年，追逐梦的岁月里，你是我一生无法放却的渴求。
Across the shore of the fireworks, prosperous like brocade fleeting years, chasing dream years, you are my life can not put but desire.
思念一个人的滋味，就象是喝了一杯冰冷的水，然后一滴一滴凝成热泪。
The feeling of missing someone is like drinking a glass of cold water and then condensing it into tears drop by drop.
那些白纸似的年华，只剩忧伤。
Those white paper like time, only sadness.
