你背不下来的书，总有人能背下来。你做不出来的题，总有人能做出来。你愿意拖到明天的事，总有人今天努力做完。那么不好意思，你想去了学校也只能别人去了，你想过的人生也只能别人过了。

There are always people who can memorize books that you cannot recite. Something you can't do, someone can do it. What you are willing to drag on to tomorrow, someone always tries to finish it today. So sorry, if you want to go to school, only others can go, and the life you want can only be lived by others.

虚无就虚无，过眼就过眼，人生本就是攒在手里的水似的，总是流逝，没什么千秋万载之说。

Nihility is nihility, the eye is the eye, life is saved in the hands of the water, always passing, nothing said for thousands of years.

对别人不要有太大的期望，要尽量享受你拥有的，这就是规则。

Don't expect too much of others, try to enjoy what you have, that's the rule.

没有不可治愈的伤痛，没有不可结束的沉沦，所以失去的，会以另一种方式归来。

There is no incurable pain, there is no end of the fall, so lost, will return in another way.

所谓人的成长，其实是“不断发现个人独特的经历原来都只是人类普遍经验的一部分”的过程。

The so-called human growth is actually a process of "constantly discovering that personal unique experience is only a part of human universal experience".

一句“不要紧”告诉自己，凡事努力就无怨悔。

A "it doesn't matter" tells me that I have no regrets for my efforts.

温一盏琉璃时光，煮一杯疏影文字，与流年轻语低吟。我的流年，只是你的路过。摒弃，尘世的一切喧嚣纷繁。我在一缕浅浅的念里，挥毫相遇的缱绻，泼墨岁月的荣枯。任凭繁华落尽，我依然伫立风中对着阳光，独自蛊然。

Wen Yili glass time, cook a cup of sparse text, and whispered with Liu Young. My fleeting years are just your passing. Abandoned, all the hustle and bustle of this world is complicated. In a ray of shallow thoughts, I met the twinklings of the encounter, the glory of the splashing years. Despite the end of prosperity, I still stood facing the sun in the wind, alone.

失去一人最让你痛苦的，不是刚刚失去时那种汹涌的难受，而是在你以为时间已经治愈一切时，却隔三差五猝不及防地想起这个人，挥之不去，去了又来。

The most painful thing about losing a person is not the turbulent discomfort when you just lost it, but when you thought that time had healed everything, you thought of the person in a panic, lingering, and went and came again.