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Midsummer night cicada sound four, more and more peaceful, only the night sky a Milky Way such as Lian, scoking a handful of Guanghua million points, bringing long live spring and autumn. The seasons come and go.

仲夏夜里蝉声四起，越发显得四下安宁，唯有夜空上一把银河如炼，掬一捧光华万点，皎皎万岁春秋。寒来暑往，枯荣明灭。

We can at least understand autumn as a peaceful embrace of the unfinished regrets of summer.

我们至少可以把秋天理解为：平静地拥抱夏天里未完成的遗憾。

"Lost in Shakespeare's garden, where the roses of Romanticism grow."

“迷失在莎士比亚的花园里，那里盛放着浪漫主义着的玫瑰。”

"The sun goes down and lights turn on at night. You see the world is not bad."

“太阳下山了，夜里也会有灯打开，你看这个世界并不坏。”

The throb sank into the moonlight, and the moonlight dispersed the mist。

悸动消失在月光中，月光驱散了迷雾。

We walk with everything, stars guide the way, clouds and light spread out like the earth.

我们与万物同行，星辰指引方向，云与光铺展成大地的模样.

ᴬ ᵗⁱʳᵉᵈ ˡⁱᶠᵉ ⁿᵉᵉᵈˢ ᵃ ᵍᵉⁿᵗˡᵉ ᵈʳᵉᵃᵐ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵃ ˡᵒᵛᵉᵈ ᵒⁿᵉ.

疲惫的生活需要一个温柔的梦和一个很爱的人。

The beginning of the story is always like this, opportune, caught off guard, the end of the story is always like this, two flowers bloom, far apart.

故事的开头总是这样，适逢其会，猝不及防，故事的结尾总是这样，花开两朵，天各一方。

The clouds that float into my life another day no longer pour rain or raise storms, but add color to my evening sky.

他日漂浮进我生命中的云不再倾吐雨水或掀起风暴，只是给我黄昏中的天空增色添彩。

Holiness is always met with mean, and mean is always eloquent, through the ages.

圣洁总是会遇到卑劣，而卑劣又总是振振有词，千古皆是。