We can never learn to fly without crashing a few times.
不经历几次跌倒,我们永远学不会飞翔。
Not until you see someone couple up will you realize how much you love him.
你永远也不晓得自己有多喜欢一个人,除非你看见他和别人在一起。
小编的话:在五味杂陈的感情世界里,我们是不是一次又一次地欺骗着自己,可当他成为别人的新郎,是谁又在角落里擦着眼睛,谁又回想起从前的种种?要记住你骗得了自己,却终究骗不过泪水。
Love and Friendship
Where flowers bloom, so does hope.
有鲜花盛开的地方,就有希望。
Love is like the wild rose-briar,
爱似野玫瑰丛生似锦,
Friendship like the holly-tree,
友情却如冬青不见经传,
The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms,
花开万紫千红时冬青默默黯淡,
But which will bloom most constantly?
但究竟谁能走过沧海桑田变换?
The wild-rose briar is sweet in the spring,
春生绝艳有芬芳馥郁,
Its summer blossoms scent the air;
夏风熏熏携花香袭人,
Yet wait till winter comes again,
可寒风凛凛时且看它,
And who will call the wild-briar fair?
谁还会赞美身先朝露的玫瑰?
Then scorn the silly rose-wreath now,
那时你将对玫瑰的枯萎嗤之以鼻,
And deck thee with the holly's sheen,
并装点起冬青的光芒,
That when December blights thy brow,
而当十二月的严寒袭上你的眉头,
He may still leave thy garland green.
你将会收获身畔的万古长青。