我将是你唯一的美丽，如你所愿，三生三世。只有你一个人爱我，我才会痴迷，这样你才能玩得开心，永远不会改变感情，让爱的春风永远在你的枝头摇摆。这辈子，风起的时候，我为你握着平实的笔，唱诗写词；下雨的时候，我把雨当成酒给你倒，默默地想着。
I will be your only beauty, as you wish, three times. Only youalone love me, I will be obsessed, so that you can have fun, neverchange the feelings, let the spring breeze of love always in yourbranches sway. In this life, when the wind, I hold a plain pen foryou, singing and writing; When it rains, I pour the rain as wine foryou, thinking in silence.
老易健忘，风吹猩猩，只有相思不忘，蝴蝶兰笑。如果我们能明白生与死的财富，我们能不能失去亲情，化薄情？苦苦思索，一切平淡，岁月静了，一片宁静，红尘笑语，扶桑摇酒相思帘，而飘窗忆。
Lao Yi forgetful, wind blowing orangutan, only acacia do notforget, phalaenopsis smile. If we can understand the wealth of lifeand death, we can not lose the family, the loss of affection?Thinking hard, all plain, years static, a quiet, the world of mortalslaughing, fusang shake wine acacia curtain, and the wave windowrecall.
希望我们能够用爱抱着一颗柔软的心，走过逝去岁月的山山水水，品尝世间的各种滋味和烟火，一如既往地观赏生活的美好。岁月如流水，让爱溢出，流进温暖，让岁月静下来，永远微笑，温暖。
I hope we can hold a soft heart with love, walk through themountains and waters of the lost years, taste all kinds of taste andfireworks in the world, and enjoy the beauty of life as always. Yearis like flowing water, let love overflow, flow into the warmth, letthe years quiet down, always smile, warm.
在这样一个缺乏繁华和现代化的地方，整条路挂满了一串串红灯笼，整条街都染上了红色，简约、温馨、宁静；我还记得，在闷热的公交车上，拥挤的人群忍不住感到烦躁。然而，看着窗外的风景，一片绿地里突然出现了一片花田，一株向日葵在风中长大，如此生机勃勃的美丽在我心中悄然荡漾。
In such a lack of prosperity and modernization of the place, thewhole road hung with a string of red lanterns, the whole street isdyed red, simple, warm, quiet; I still remember, in the hot bus, thecrowded crowd can not help but feel irritable. However, looking atthe scenery out of the window, there suddenly appeared a field offlowers in a green field, a sunflower growing in the wind, such avibrant beauty quietly rippling in my heart.
下雨天，我们依偎在一起，坐在窗边，听着雨水敲打香蕉的声音。让时间在窗外流淌，我沏上一壶花茶，静静地感受着缠绵的微风和细雨，倾洒着淡淡的岁月芬芳，细细聆听时光。
On rainy days, we snuggle together and sit by the window,listening to the rain beating on the bananas. Let time flow outsidethe window, I brew a pot of scented tea, quietly feeling lingeringbreeze and drizzle, pouring light years fragrance, listen to timecarefully.
