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Perhaps,, I suddenly thought, my fate is the red wax burning at the Buddha's table, the flame upward, the tears flowing down.

或许，我突然想，我的命运就是佛桌边燃烧的红蜡，火焰向上，泪流向下。

All the encounter, are accidental must.

一切的相遇，都是偶然中的必定。

If I meet you again, after a long time, how can I greet, with silence? In tears?

假使我又遇见了你，隔着悠长的岁月，我又如何致意，以沉默？以眼泪？

Some people do not belong to themselves, but met also precious.

有些人不属于自己，但遇见了也弥足珍贵。

I broke the sunset, also gave up the dream, more lost frivolous, no young appearance. Still remember the moonlight of water cane, and your fragrance. I don't know why, life is still wandering. Sometimes think of the time with you, like a creamy candy with honey. A person's time is very long, you can still in that party?

我打碎了夕阳，也放弃了梦想，更丢掉了轻狂，没了年少的模样。依旧记得茭白的月光，还有你的芬芳。不知为何，人生依旧彷徨。有时想想和你一起的时光，宛若加上蜂蜜的奶糖。一个人的时光很漫长，你可还在那一方？

I hope you like yourself, too.

真希望，你也喜欢自己。

"This time I stood in the fog, hiding the world from love. When the fog goes, love goes, when the fog doesn't go, love goes."

“这次我站在雾里，瞒着世俗爱意四起，雾散则爱意散，雾不散则爱意弥漫。”

I am the gap, or half a gap, between who I want to be and what other people have made of me, because there is life, this is who I am, no more.

我是我想成为的人， 和别人对我的塑造之间的缝隙，或半个缝隙，因为还有生活，这就是我，不再说了。

A man who is too literary is doomed to be too happy. There is love and kindness in my heart. It is pure as a child, but it is also sentimental. It is easy to feel good, but also easier to feel sad. He loves words, but is often not good with them. Not because there are too few words, but because there are too many feelings.

一个太过文艺的人，注定不会太快乐。心里有爱、有善良。骨子里住着孩子般的纯正，但也往往多愁善感，容易感知美好，也更容易体会悲伤。他喜欢文字，但往往不善言辞。不是因为文字太少，而且因为感受太多了。