那么多人渴望挤进你的生活，脑袋都碎了。我以前也是这样，但现在只有我尽力退缩，这样你才会记得我。
So many people trying to squeeze into your life, it"s breaking your head. I used to be that way, but now the only way you"ll remember me is if I pull back.
我们仍然需要用生命的慷慨和繁荣来爱对方，即使岁月用卑鄙和荒凉来欺骗对方。
We still need to love each other with the generosity and prosperity of life, even when the years deceive each other with mean and desolate.
安慰是稀缺的，也只有自知之明。
Comfort is scarce, and only self-knowledge.
最可悲的是你以后不再关注我写的东西了，比如对联，项链，尾联。
The saddest thing is that you no longer pay attention to what I write, such as couplets, necklaces, tail couplets.
听雨的声音，每一滴都是清澈的，你的呼吸像雨滴一样渗入我的爱。
Listen to the rain, every drop is clear, your breath like raindrops into my love.
外面刮着大风，吹着树枝，地上尘土飞扬，让人睁不开眼睛。
There was a strong wind blowing outside, blowing the branches, and the dust on the ground was blinding.
我在等待一个雨天.但我在等待乌云和潮湿。来了就累，来了就放弃。
I"m waiting for a rainy day. But I"m waiting for the clouds and damp. Come tired, come to give up.
我喜欢在雨中旅行。庄严的青山是如此迷人，深邃的绿水是如此温柔。丛林变得潮湿，石阶变得轻盈。
I like to travel in the rain. The solemn green mountains are so charming, and the deep green water is so gentle. The jungle became damp and the stone steps light.
在雨中看云看云是多变的，就像人生变幻莫测；雨中划船取乐，远近朦胧，人在诗中。我不习惯。在泥泞的雨天，它不是我给你的伞。
Look at the clouds in the rain is changeable, like life unpredictable; Boating in the rain, far and near hazy, people in poetry. I"m not used to it. On a muddy rainy day, it"s not the umbrella I gave you.
我记得，你说你喜欢雨天，而这又是一个雨天，挥之不去。
I remember, you said you like rainy days, and this is a rainy day, lingering.
我习惯了在每个安静的地方自言自语，最后在外面等着下雨天。
I got used to talking to myself in every quiet place and finally waiting outside for the rain.
像雨，像朦胧的晨雨。我喜欢雨后黄昏的寂静和神秘。
Like rain, like a hazy morning rain. I like the silence and mystery of the evening after rain.
