歲月是水墨畫的畫框。隨著人無意識的歲月的加深，有了濃濃的鄉土氣息，歷久彌新

Time is the frame of ink painting。 With the deepening of the unconscious years， there has been a strong local flavor， experience has been renewed。

過去是假的，記憶是一條不歸路，所有過去的春天都無法挽回。歸根結底，最瘋狂、最堅韌的愛情只是轉瞬即逝的現實。

The past is false， memory is a road of no return， all the past spring can not be restored。 At the end of the day， the craziest， toughest love is just a fleeting reality。

人生是疲憊的，轉瞬即逝，就像一場夢，紅塵如水，稍縱即逝，但我卻容不下你。

Life is tired， fleeting， just like a dream， the world of mortals is like water， fleeting， but I can not tolerate you。

多少美人穿破，多少相思碎，只剩下血染的墨汁在混沌中哭泣掩埋，雪月輕聲嘆霜。

How many beauty wear broken， how many acacia broken， leaving only the bloody ink in chaos in the cry buried， snow moon sigh frost softly。

有些事錯過了就無法補救，有些人離開了就無法回頭，有些人冷漠了就無法回頭，這個世界充滿了太多的無奈。

Some things missed can not be remedied， some people left can not turn back， some people cold can not turn back， the world is full of too many helpless。

歲月模糊了容顏，光影拉走了記憶的開始，在凋零的時光裡搖曳，再回頭看，一切都像煙一樣嫋嫋升起。

Years blurred appearance， light and shadow pulled the beginning of the memory， swaying in the fading time， and then look back， everything like smoke curl up。

夜深人靜的時候，開啟音樂，一遍又一遍的聽《梔子花開》，心裡有很多事，無處訴說。

In the dead of night， open the music， again and again to listen to “Gardenia”， there are a lot of things in my heart， nowhere to tell。

梔子花盛開，遇見美好，美到極致，永遠沉默

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心裡的感受只能知道。

Gardenia in full bloom， meet beautiful， beautiful to the extreme， silence forever。 I can only know what I feel。