迷宫般的城市，让人习惯看相同的景物，走相同的路线，到相同的目的地...

　　A conundrum of a city. Same scenes, same routes, and same destinies...


我们早就约定了，要以最慵懒的姿势，恍惚地面对这个世界。

　　As we promised, to face the world drowsily in our most languid positions.

我在空寂的世界赶路，并不断地提醒自己，就快到了，就快到了……

　　Hurrying in the world of emptiness, I keep reminding myself "I'm almost there"...


　　爱到极致，我已变得盲目。

在幸福的峰巅，谁还记得住爱神的电話号码，谁还記得住周围许多有趣的日子。

　　The culmination of love is blindness.

Who, at the peak of happiness, can remember the number of Cupid, or any of the fun days around.

刻下爱的见证的小树，已长成大树。

而我们狂热的恋情，早随风飘散。

小小的印记，变成巨大的伤痕。

风起时，我听见整个森林的叹息……

　　The sapling that bears our mark of love has grown into a big tree,

but our once fervent love is lost forever in the wind.

The little mark has become a scar.

When the wind blows, we hear the sigh of the forest...


现实的残酷，幸福的易逝。

看不见的，是不是就等于不存在？记住的，是不是永远不会消失？

　　Cruelty of reality. Volatile happiness.

Those out of sight, are they really not there? Those remembered, will they last forever?