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“你的一生，我且送一程 ，不忍言别 ，但车已到站，你更上层楼 ，极目楚天舒，我原路返回， 粉笔写春秋。”

I'll give you a ride in your life. I can't bear to say goodbye. But the bus has arrived. You'll go up the stairs. I'll go back the same way and write spring and autumn in chalk.

“凌晨两点的上海依旧看不到星星，我却在此刻的千万个瞬间里分毫不减地又爱了你三千次。”

Shanghai at two o'clock in the morning still can't see the stars, but I love you three thousand times in thousands of moments.

“人在仰望上帝，爱神在凝望你。”

Man is looking up to God, and love is looking at you.

“少年的双眸下是汹涌爱意。”

Under the eyes of the youth is the surge of love.

“我想我应该成熟些，像民谣一样，四海为家富有得很却也贫困潦倒，洒脱不拘一格却也失魂落魄。”

I think I should be more mature, like a folk song, cosmopolitan, rich but poor, free and easy, but also out of one's wits.

“夏天的遗憾咀嚼了整个秋天，最后消化在了冬天的热奶茶里。”

Summer regret chewed the whole autumn, finally digested in the winter of hot milk tea.

“随口说的「我爱你」，互相亲昵地叫宝贝，不停地调情文字，这些东西都不能让我觉得拥有一个人。反而是一个人重复地说一些废话，把日常中鸡毛蒜皮的琐碎全都讲给我听，我才觉得他真真正正的属于我。”

The casual words "I love you", the intimacy of calling each other baby, the incessant flirtation of words, these things can't make me feel that I have a person. On the contrary, it was a person who repeatedly said some nonsense and told me all the trivial things in daily life. Only then did I feel that he really belonged to me.

“你往哪里走我都和你顺路，永远都顺路，你的路就是我恰好要走的方向。你明白吗，怎么走都顺路，要一起走。”

I will go along with you wherever you go, always along the way, your road is the right direction I am going to go. You understand, you go along the way. You have to go together.