那些我们即将遗忘的岁月，就像转瞬即逝的流星，只炫目一瞬间，随时光流逝而去。
Those we are about to forget the years, like fleeting meteor, onlydazzling moment, at any time the light goes away.
晚上，我非常喜欢看星光。我知道星星之间隔着一段彼此永远无法企及的距离。就像你我一样，一个有心，一个无心。只是错过了彼此的时间。
At night, I like watching the stars very much. I know the starsare separated by a distance that will never reach each other. Likeyou and me, one with a heart, one without a heart. Just missed eachothers time.
微风唤醒沉睡的夜晚，眼睛附近的星星是如此遥远。多少色彩斑斓的岁月随波逐流在海浪中，感觉莫名的失望。
The breeze awakens the sleeping night, the stars near the eyes areso far away. How many colorful years go adrift in the waves, feelinginexplicable disappointment.
淡淡涩涩的记忆呼唤着明天的黎明，手里的信笺已经扭曲得满是伤痕。岁月已经朦胧地失去了往日的悲喜，搁浅了无忧无虑的岁月，又交叉成了沉默。
Light and astringent memory is calling for the dawn of tomorrow,and the letter in my hand has been distorted and full of scars. Yearshave hazy lost past joys and sorrows, stranded carefree years, andcrossed into silence.
夜里雨中呢喃，初秋的月光依然氤氲。我怀念以前的凉爽岁月，为什么不珍惜它们。
Murmuring in the rain at night, the early autumn moon is stilldense. I miss the cool years before, why not cherish them.
随着芳华轻,的死，眼泪洒在菩提身上。每一天，我们都在憧憬着未来的美好，我们都在用禅心梦想着美好的旅程。如花似玉的时光如云烟般消失，泪水一颗颗落下，悲愤着你的悲伤，煎熬着你的痛苦。
With the death of youth, tears shed on bodhi. Every day, we arelooking forward to the beautiful future, we are dreaming of awonderful journey with zen mind. Time like flowers disappear likeclouds, tears fall one by one, with your sadness, suffering yourpain.
当我回望朝鲜的时候，如果可以，我愿意用整个最美的时光，用手心的温度去做交付，只为换取时光的逆转，让我可以回到最初的真诚。
When I look back at North Korea, if possible, I would like to usethe whole most beautiful time, with the temperature of the palm to dodelivery, only for the reversal of time, so that I can return to theoriginal sincerity.
用一根手指指着深处，人生最美的故事，被浪费成沉默的沉默，孤傲的气质，飘落的梅花，在冰雪中的孤独。有些思想，被锁在深渊的底部，只能用笔尖描绘生活的寂寞心情。
With a finger pointing to the depths, the most beautiful story oflife, is wasted into the silence of silence, arrogant temperament,falling plum, in the snow and ice loneliness. Some thoughts, lockedat the bottom of the abyss, can only describe the lonely mood of lifewith the tip of the pen.
