"What is the right person? Love him like an open fire burning out of a mountain."

“何為意中人？愛他似明火燒山般出塵。”

In Dangmai this mysterious utopia, all the regrets have been the most warm make up.

在蕩麥這個(gè)神秘的烏托邦里，所有遺憾都得到了最溫暖的彌補(bǔ)。

When my light is exposed to you, the reunion is a dark room.

當(dāng)我的光曝在你身上，重逢就是一間暗室。

People love to talk about evil things, you need your own judgment, trust your own eyes and ears. I used to fear the cost of the truth, now I only know the cost of lies?

人們喜歡談?wù)撔皭旱臇|西，你需要自己的判斷，相信自己的眼睛和耳朵。我曾經(jīng)害怕真相的代價(jià)，現(xiàn)在我只會(huì)謊言的代價(jià)是什么？

Poetically, humans inhabit this landscape.

詩意地，人類棲居在這片大地上。

Take me to the lakes where all the poets went to die.

帶我去寂靜的湖邊 有無數(shù)詩人長(zhǎng)眠于此。

I can die alone, but I must shed tears.

我可以孤獨(dú)的死去，但我必須熱淚長(zhǎng)流。

It is the pen that blooms in despair, it is the flower that defies the inevitable journey, it is the light of love that wakes up and illuminates the landscape above zero.

是筆在絕望中開花，是花反抗著必然的旅程，是愛的光線醒來，照亮零度以上的風(fēng)景。

I'm used to you lighting cigarettes for me in the dark, the firelight shaking, you always asking quietly, guess what, I burned myself.

我習(xí)慣了你在黑暗中為我點(diǎn)煙，火光搖晃，你總是悄悄地問，猜猜看，我燙傷了什么。

More envy street cafe eyes, only a flash, then feel the sun and moon long, mountains and rivers intact.

更羨慕街邊咖啡座里的目光，只一閃,便覺得日月悠長(zhǎng)、山河無恙。

The short summer night had boiled away, the moisture was rising from the green valley, the SAP of a thousand trees was boiling, a thousand dreams were emerging from Colinsall's shallow sleep.

短暫的夏夜燒化了，綠谷中升起濕氣，千百樹木的汁液在沸騰，千百夢(mèng)境從可林索爾的淺眠中涌現(xiàn)。