Once, we dreamt that we were strangers. We wake up to know that we were dear to each other.

Once we dream that we were strangers. We wake up to find that we were dead to each other.

My heart is a bird in the wilderness, and I found the sky in your eyes.

My heart, the bird of the wildness, has found its sky in your eyes.

It is the tears of the earth that keep her smile youthful.

it is the tears of the earth that keep her smiles in bloom.

if you shed tears when you miss the sun, you will also miss the stars.

if you shed tears when you miss the sun, you also miss the stars.

you can't see yourself, all you see is your shadow.

What you are you do not see, what you see is your shadow.

The waterfall sings, "When I am free, I have a song."

the waterfall sing, "I find my song, when I find my freedom."

You smiled slightly and didn't say anything to me. And I feel that I have been waiting for this for a long time.

you smiled and talked to me of nothing and I felt that for this I had been waiting for long.

Man can't show himself in his history, he struggles to get ahead in history.

men do not reveal himself in his history, he struggles up through it.

like the meeting of seagulls and waves, we met and approached. The seagulls flew away, the waves rolled away and we parted.

Like the meeting of the seagulls and the waves we meet and come near. The seagulls fly off, the waves roll away and we leave.

When we are greatly humbled, we are closest to greatness.

We come nearest to the great when we are great in humoury.

Never be afraid of the moment-the voice of eternity sings like this.

Never be afraid of the moments-thussings the voice of the everlasting.

"Completely" decorates itself beautifully for the love of "incompleteness".

the perfect decks itself in beauty for the love of the perfect.

mistakes can't stand failure, but truth is not afraid of failure.

Wrong Cannot Afford Defeat But Right Can.

This widowed evening is covered with fog and rain, and I feel its sigh in the loneliness of my heart.

in my solitude of heart I feel the sight of this widely evented with wrong and rain.

We read the world wrong and say that it deceives us.

We read the world wrong and say that it depends on us.

People build dikes for themselves.

man barricades against him.

Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves.

let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves.

I think of many other times that floated on the stream of life, love and death, and these times were forgotten, so I feel the freedom to leave the world.

I think of other ages that floated up the stream of life and love and death and are forgotten, and I feel the freedom of passing away.

Just walk there, don't stay and pick flowers for preservation, because the flowers will continue to bloom along the way.

Do not linger to gather flowers to keep them, but walk on, for flowers will keep them blooming all your way.

Thoughts pass through my heart like a flock of wild ducks flying across the sky. I heard their wings flapping.

thoughts pass in my mind like flocks of lucks in the sky. I hear the voice of their wings.

"Who drives me forward like fate?" "That's me, striding behind my back."

Who drives me forward like fate？ The mysterious striping on my back.

Our desire lends the color of the rainbow to the life that is just a mist.

Our desire lends the colours of the rainbow to the mere mists and vapours of life.

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 sight.

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.

it is the tears of the earth that keep her smiles in bloom.

It is the tears of the earth that keep the earth young.

The mighty desert is burning for the love of a blade of grass who shakes her head and laughs and flies away.

The great desert burns for the love of green leaves, but she shakes her head, smiles and flies away.

The sands in you way beg for your song and your movement,dancing water.Will you carry the burden of their lameness?

dancing water! When the sands in your way beg for your song and movement, will you bear the burden of their lameness?

sorrow is hurried into peace in my heart like the eventing among the silent trees.

Sorrow is calm in shen ji in my heart, just like dusk in the silent forest.

I can't choose the best. The best choices me.

I can't choose the best, but the best chose me.

they throw their shadows before them who carry their lantern on their back.

People who carry lanterns on their backs have shadows to cover the road ahead.

rest belongs to the work as the eyes to the eyes.

Rest belongs to the work, just as eyelids belong to the eyes.

The waterfall sings,'' I find my song, when I find my freedom.''

The waterfall sings, "When I am free, I have a song.

the stars are not afraid to appear like fireflies.

The stars are not afraid to appear because they are like fireflies.

we come nearest to the great when we are great in humility.

when we are extremely humble, we are close to greatness.

the sparrow is sorry for the peacock at the burden of its tail.

The sparrow is worried about the peacock because it carries its tail.

the perfect decks itself in beauty for the love of the perfect.

"complete" decorates itself more beautifully for the love of "incomplete".

"I give my whole water in joy," Sings the waterfall,'' through little of it is enough for the thirsty.''

The waterfall sings, "Although a little water is enough for the thirsty, I am willing to give all of mine.

The woodcutter's axe begged for its handle from the tree, the tree gave it.

The woodcutter's axe asked the tree for its handle, and the tree gave it.

we read the world wrong and say that it decides us.

We read the world wrong, but say it deceives us.

He who wants to do good knocks at the gate; He who loves finds the gate open.

People who want to do good are knocking at the door. He who loves sees the door open.

the scabbard is content to be dull when it protects the keenness of the word.

The scabbard protects the sharpness of the sword, but it is content with its own dullness.

the cloud stool in a corner of the sky, the morning crowned it with splendid.

White clouds stand humbly on the horizon, and the morning light shines on them.

the dust receives the inevitable and in return offers her flowers.

The dust bears humiliation, but it is rewarded with flowers.

god is ashamed when the prosperous boats of his special favor.

when a rich and powerful man boasted that he was blessed by God, God was ashamed.

not hammer-strokes, but dance of the water sings the pebbles into perfection.

It is not the hammering, but the singing and dancing of the water that makes the pebbles perfect.

god's great power is in the gentle breeze, not in the storm.

god's power is in the gentle breeze, not in the storm.

by plugging her petals you do not gather the beauty of the flower.

You can't get the beauty of flowers by picking petals.

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