我的快乐都是微小的事情。
My happiness is all about some tiny things.
任何一件事情，只要心甘情愿，总是能够变得简单。
Anything you willing to do, is simple.
容易伤害别人和自己的，总是对距离的边缘模糊不清的人。
those who subject to hurt others and whom-self, is whom obscure about the edge of distance
渴望占有愈多而愈脆弱。
More thirst for, more fragile
没有欲望只能说是麻木不仁。
No desire means indifferent
短暂的瞬间，漫长的永远。
Short moment,long permenant
鸟的翅膀在空气里振动。
那是一种喧嚣而凛冽的，充满了恐惧的声音。
一种不确定的归宿的流动。
Winges of bird vibrate in the air, thats blatant and chilly, a sound full of fear. a flow of uncertainty.
人的寂寞，有时候很难用语言表达。
Longnes is hard to be expressed by words sometimes.
总是需要一些温暖，哪怕是一点点自以为是的纪念。
Warm is always needed, even some self-comfort souvenir
感情有时候只是一个人的事情，和任何人无关。爱，或者不爱，只能自行了断。
Sometimes love is about oneself. it has nothing todo with anyone else. love or not love , decide it yourself
伤口是别人给与的耻辱，自己坚持的幻觉。
Wound is shame given by others,while I insist on my illusion.