If the life only as in the beginning sees.

莎士比亚说，时间会刺破青春的华美精致，会把平行线刻上美人的额角，没有什么能逃过他横扫的镰刀。
Shakespeare said, time will prick youth beautiful delicate, the parallel lines carved beauty of eminence, nothing can escape his sickle for sweep.

其实我们的生命就是这样一天一天地转动过去。秒针、分针、时针，拖着虚影转动成无数密密麻麻的日子，最终汇聚成时间的长河，变成我们所生活的庞大的时代。而我，和我们，都是其中，最最渺小微茫的一个部分。
This is actually our life day by day to turn in the past. The second hand, minute hand and hour hand, dragging the virtual shadow turn into countless bunches of day, finally gathered into the long river of time, become we live in a huge era. And I, and we are all among them, a part of which is very small.

你要相信世界上一定有你的爱人，无论你此刻正被光芒环绕被掌声淹没，还是当时你正孤独地走在寒冷的街道上被大雨淋湿，无论是飘着小雪的清晨，还是被热浪炙烤的黄昏，他一定会穿越这个世界上汹涌着的人群，他一一地走过他们，走向你。他一定会怀着满腔的热，和目光里沉甸甸的爱，走到你的身边，抓紧你。他会迫不及待地走到你身边，如果他还年轻，那他一定会想顽劣的孩童霸占着自己的玩具不肯与人分享般地拥抱你 。如果他已经不再年轻，那他一定会像披荆斩棘归来的猎人，在你身旁燃起篝火，然后拥抱着你疲惫而放心地睡去。他一定会找到你，你要等

Do you want to believe that there must be the one you love in the world, no matter you are surrounded by light by applause drowned, or when you are walking alone in the cold streets got wet by the heavy rain, whether there are light snow early in the morning, or heat wave baked by the evening, he would be through the surge of people in the world, he, through each of them to you. He would be so hot, and eyes with lots of love, go to your side, to you. He can*t wait to go to your side, if he is young, he will want to stubborn children to take in his toy is not willing to share with people like to hug you. If he has no longer young, that he would like a way to return the hunter, bonfires, beside you and hug you tired and comfortable sleep. He is sure to find you, you have to wait.

我们的青春，输给了时间;我们的爱，也输给了时间，天地万物都会输给时间，没有人可以逃过它残忍的凝视与审判。丛林般的敌意，潮水般的质疑，黑暗里，我们依然挽手前行。也许我们最终都会成长为自己曾经最讨厌的摸样。但在此之前，面对黑暗无边，让我与你并肩。
Our youth, lost to time. Our love, also lost to time, the universe would be lost to time, no one can escape its ruthless gaze and trial. Hostile jungle, a tidal wave of questioning, the darkness, we still held. Maybe we can eventually grow into he had hated most. But before that, in the face of endless darkness, let me side by side with you.

住在小山丘上的人，失足滚下去，只会被树木刮伤，或者摔肿脚踝，但他们会活下去，会好起来，会再不怕死地爬上小山丘去。但是住在云朵里的人，摔下去，就只有死。没人会给他们重来一次的机会。
People living on the hill, stumble rolled, will only be scratched, trees or fell swollen ankle, but they will live, will get better, will again not afraid dead to climb up the hill. But the people living in the clouds, and it broke down, only to die. No one will give them the opportunity to again.

born to die

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