爱情可怕的地方在于她可以让你的眼睛只容得下一个人。别人说什么   做什么   你都看不见。爱情更可怕的地方在于她怎么伤害你你都觉得是一种恩赐。你已经盲了   但是你愿意。

就这样，我们陪伴你们欢笑、质疑、长大、成熟。
Then, we accompany you to laugh heartily, the question, to grow up maturely.

你喜欢我，陪了我这么久，即使我骄傲，自私，做作的时候，你都在。
You like me, accompanied me to be such long, even if I were arrogant, selfish, was artificial, you.

我会怎样想念他，我会怎样想念他并且梦见到，我会怎样想念他并且连梦也梦不到。
How I will think of him, I how will think of him, and will dream, how I will think of him, and Lian Meng also dream.

就算被全世界放弃了，只要可以重新找到你。眼泪也就没关系。
Even if were given up by the world, so long as might find you. The tear has also not related.

其实，我一直没有告诉你，我很喜欢你，不想失去你。
Actually, I had not told you, me like you very much, does not want to lose you.

你眼里，我的缺点太多了，多到看不到，我这么喜欢你。
In your eye, my shortcoming have been too many, many enough to does not look, I such like you.

谁要是忘了我，我就把谁忘掉。就算日子再忙，也要把她忘掉的那种忘掉。
If who has forgotten me, I did forget who. Even if the day is again busy, also needs that kind which forgot her to forget

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. 

我们都对了还是错了，我们都爱了但是忘了。走的时候你哭了还是怎了，我只是疼了但还是笑了。
We right mistakenly, we have loved, but forgot. Walks how have time you cried, I only hurt have but smiled.

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.

上帝让我们习惯某些东西，就是用它来代替幸福。但我们竟然，一不小心就习惯了生命本质的空虚。
God lets us be familiar with certain things, is replaces happiness with it. But we, incautiously have been unexpectedly used to the life essence void. 

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.

爱情只是一个人的事情，冷暖自知。
Love is only a person's matter, knows without being told.