lostsummer（他一定会穿过拥挤的人群，来到你的身边。）

导读：流年未亡，夏日已尽。种花的人变成了看花的人，看花的人变成了葬花的人。　　Years are not lost, summer is over. People who gro

　　流年未亡，夏日已尽。种花的人变成了看花的人，看花的人变成了葬花的人。

　　Years are not lost, summer is over. People who grow flowers become people who look at them and people who look at them become people who bury them.

　　你要相信世界上一定有你的爱人，无论此刻你是被光芒和掌声淹没，还是当是你正孤独地走在寒冷的大街上，他一定会穿过拥挤的人群，来到你的身边。

　　You have to believe that there must be your lover in the world. Whether you are drowned in the light and applause at the moment, or when you are walking alone in the cold street, he will come to you through the crowded crowd.

　　当青春变成了旧照片，当旧照片变成了回忆，当我们终于站在分叉的路口，孤独、失望、彷徨、残忍。上帝打开了那扇窗，叫做“成长”的大门。

　　When youth becomes old photos, when old photos become memories, when we finally stand at the fork of the road, loneliness, disappointment, hesitation, cruelty. God opened that window, called the door of growth.

　　记忆就像是倒在掌心的水，不论你是摊开还是紧握，终究还是会从指缝中，一滴一滴地流淌干净。

　　Memory is like water poured into the palm of your hand. Whether you open it or hold it tightly, it will eventually flow clean from your fingers, drop by drop.

　　你永远看不到我最寂寞的样子，因为，只有你不在我的身边，我才最寂寞。

　　You will never see my loneliest appearance, because I am loneliest only when you are not by my side.

　　时间究竟带走了多少个无法张量的年华，以至于在回首时，弥漫的大雾几乎隔断了天。

　　Time has taken away so many years that in retrospect, the fog has almost cut off the sky.

　　有些人会一直刻在记忆里，即使忘记了他的声音、忘记了他的笑容、忘记了他的脸，但是每当想起他的那种感受，是永远都不会变的。

　　Some people will always be engraved in memory, even if they forget his voice, his smile and his face, but when they think of his feelings, they will never change.