记忆零落的恨,像被刀子划过叻的鱼鳞,囿些还畱在身体仩,囿些是掉在叻水裏叻,讲水一搅,囿几片还会翻腾,闪烁,然而中间混着血丝

To the world,you may just be somebody… but to somebody,you may be the world.
（对于这个世界来说，你也许仅仅是某一个人……但是对某一个人来说，你也许就是这个世界。）

夏天的飞鸟，飞到我的窗前唱歌，又飞去了。秋天的黄叶，它们没有什么可唱，只叹息一声，飞落在那里。
Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away. And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall, there with a sign.