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

“何为意中人？爱他似明火烧山般出尘。”

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

在荡麦这个神秘的乌托邦里，所有遗憾都得到了最温暖的弥补。

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

当我的光曝在你身上，重逢就是一间暗室。

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?

人们喜欢谈论邪恶的东西，你需要自己的判断，相信自己的眼睛和耳朵。我曾经害怕真相的代价，现在我只会谎言的代价是什么？

Poetically, humans inhabit this landscape.

诗意地，人类栖居在这片大地上。

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

带我去寂静的湖边 有无数诗人长眠于此。

I can die alone, but I must shed tears.

我可以孤独的死去，但我必须热泪长流。

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.

是笔在绝望中开花，是花反抗着必然的旅程，是爱的光线醒来，照亮零度以上的风景。

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

我习惯了你在黑暗中为我点烟，火光摇晃，你总是悄悄地问，猜猜看，我烫伤了什么。

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

更羡慕街边咖啡座里的目光，只一闪,便觉得日月悠长、山河无恙。

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.

短暂的夏夜烧化了，绿谷中升起湿气，千百树木的汁液在沸腾，千百梦境从可林索尔的浅眠中涌现。