你说，我听

小鸟在林间歌唱，阳光安静地透过木窗

渴望一种生活，是这样的:

靠山面水的地方，盖一间房。

我会亲自搭建，你在一边帮忙。

我耳边插着铅笔，毛巾搭在肩上，

你一直笑，一直笑，说我像极了一个跑堂。

你说那木质的小屋，要有不同的模样。

要有蓝色的屋顶，木质的房梁。

米色的地板，纯白的墙。

一张榻榻米和一个能煮咖啡的大厨房。

每一个清晨，你会在桌前梳妆。

粗茶淡饭，也要配一碗新磨的豆浆。

土陶的花瓶里，不知名的野花散发着淡淡的香。

小鸟在林中歌唱，阳光安静地透过木窗。

而我们，就在这里，度过所有的时光。

你说这才是生活啊，不必总是匆匆忙忙，慌慌张张。

我说还要邀三五好友，放下眼前的苟且，聊聊诗和远方。

你说还可以回忆往事，互诉衷肠……

我说那很危险啊，容易擦出电石火光。

你说擦呗，家里有酒也有枪。

我仿佛看见天使和魔鬼同时在眼前晃荡。

Forgive me for the things

That I never said to you

Forgive me for not knowing

The right words to say, to prove

That I will always be devoted to you and me

And if you can't feel that in my heart

Then I'm sorry for not giving you enough

But I'm not sorry for my love

I'm not sorry for my touch

The way it made your hands

Tremble and my heart rush

There is something you should know

I could never let you go

because I miss you so

when the time is right

together we will fight

to get you in my life

不愿一个人独自苍老，

不会留你在天涯海角，

多少年风里雨里的寻找，

只为换你一次回眸的笑，

这情丝缠绕终难了。

留一世情缘给你依靠，

留一个梦，温暖你午夜的寂寥，

不管人间多少沧桑纷扰……

我都会在啊，你不来，我不老。

They're both convinced that a sudden passion joined them.

Such certainty is beautiful,

but uncertainty is more beautiful still.

Not quite ready yet to become their Destiny,

it pushed them close, drove them apart,

it barred their path,stifling a laugh,and then leaped aside.

Yes,I know,not quite ready yet.