河水无言。它与乌镇一起悄悄送走春秋，奔向春夏，从花开到落，从起源到消亡。很多年过去了，一切都和以前一样，但所有流过的过往事件，都注定是回忆。
The river is silent. Together with Wuzhen, it quietly sent awaythe spring and autumn, to spring and summer, from the flowers to thefall, from the origin to death. Many years have passed, everything isthe same as before, but all the past events flowing through, aredestined to be memories.
当我们老了，就能回忆起以前被轻描淡写的过去，没有人认识任何人，因为我们都是路人，都是江南的过客，都是乌镇的过客。
When we are old, we can recall the past was underplayed, no oneknows anyone, because we are passers-by, are jiangnan passers-by, areWuzhen passers-by.
这次相遇就像一场皮影戏，开始和结束都在精彩和幻觉中。
The encounter was like a shadow play, beginning and ending insplendor and illusion.
坐在孤独的走廊里，等待一部皮影戏的开场，在柔和的灯光下看着皮影戏里一个美丽的故事。
Sitting in the lonely corridor, waiting for the opening of ashadow play, watching a beautiful story in the shadow play under thesoft light.
光年就像水。总有一天，我们会放下世俗的背囊，回到这个有着白墙的小镇。当时从清晨到黄昏都喝着淡茶，和归来的燕子一起回忆往事。
Light years are like water. One day, we will put down our worldlyrucksacks and come back to this town with white walls. At that time,drinking weak tea from morning to dusk, reminiscing with thereturning swallow.
我不知道我以前是否来过这里。为什么这些东西都那么熟悉？就像遇到了久违的老朋友。我知道她昨天的故事，今天的脸，明天的回忆。
I don know if Ive been here before. Why are these things sofamiliar? It was like meeting a long lost friend. I know her storyyesterday, her face today, her memories tomorrow.
我想过用我的生命作为一个音符，从那以后我一直在丽江。但是红尘爱着千红，，毕竟他们不能放弃，所以他们选择离开，留在阳光的尘埃里。依稀记得，丽江拿了一杯山茶花清露淡淡地送我走。然而，当我老了，我该拿什么去记住昨天的你？那纳西的风景，那丽江的白云，或者别的什么，或者什么都没有。
I thought about using my life as a note and I have been in Lijiangever since. But the world of mortals love thousands of red, afterall, they can not give up, so they choose to leave, stay in the dustof the sun. Dimly remember, Lijiang took a cup of camellia dewlightly to send me away. However, when I am old, what should I taketo remember you yesterday? The naxi scenery, the lijiang whiteclouds, or something else, or nothing at all.
时间就像一面镜子，过去是镜子里的影子。它真的存在，但不能被触碰，这将怀旧的人永远锁在记忆里。
Time is like a mirror, and the past is the shadow in the mirror.Its real, but it can be touched, which locks the nostalgic inmemory forever.
当你从终点回到起点，光影流转，但生活不再像从前那样年轻。在回忆中醒来，面对满满的失望，你有哪些虚假的期待？
As you go from the end to the beginning, the light changes, butlife is not as young as it used to be. What false expectations do youhave when you wake up with memories and face disappointment?
岁月流逝，没有文字，但许多有声音的歌曲留给了你我深深的记忆。让我们在歌声中微笑，在温暖的世界里像花儿一样拥有幸福。
Years passed, no words, but many songs with sound left you and medeep memories. Let us smile in the song and have happiness likeflowers in the warm world.
岁月如河，左岸是难忘的记忆，右岸是值得把握的青春，中间是淡淡的青春忧伤。世界上有很多美好的东西，但真正属于自己的并不多。看着鲜花在法庭前绽放...
Years such as a river, the left bank is unforgettable memory, theright bank is worth grasping the youth, the middle is a touch ofyouth sadness. There are a lot of beautiful things in the world, butreally belong to their own not much. Watching the flowers bloom infront of the court...
风轻云淡，岁月安好。
The wind light cloud light, years well.
