原标题：有相逢、有别离，这是志明与春娇，也是我们爱的模样

我们相识于香烟的环绕，这个城市有你，有玩笑，有离别，有相逢，有争吵，这是志明与春娇，也是我们爱的模样。

Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets.The muttering retreats of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels and sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells.

让我们去吧，穿过几条行人稀少的大街小巷，到那临时过夜的廉价小客店，到满地是锯屑和牡蛎壳的饭店，那夜夜纷扰，人声嘈杂的去处。

喜欢和你一起去干那些看起来奇奇怪怪的事情，比如在厕所里创作“仙境”。

Love is not a matter of counting the days. It's making the days count.

爱情不是数着日子过去，它让每个日子都变得有意义。

我们也会为了很琐碎的事情争吵，可到后来发现因为爱不过短暂的疯狂。

When you fall in love, it is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake, and then it subsides. And when it subsides, you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots are become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part.—"Captain Corelli's Mandolin"

爱情是一种暂时的疯狂。它像地震一样爆发，然后又平息。而当它平息时，你得做出一个判断。你得弄清楚你同他是否已经盘根错节地成为一体，以至无法分开。

我们会分开，会重新遇见别人，却始终忘不了你。

I don't know if we each have a destiny, or if we're all just floating around accidentally like ona breeze.

我不懂我们是否有着各自的命运，还是只是到处随风飘荡。

或许，明天是诀别，或许，明天会重燃爱的火焰。

Tomorrow is always fresh, with no mistakes in it yet.

明日永远新鲜如初，纤尘不染。

Among thousands of people, you meet those you‟ve met. Through thousands of years, with the boundlessness of time, you happen to meet them, neither earlier nor a bit too late.

于千万人之中，遇见你所遇见的人；于千万年之中，时间的无涯荒野里，没有早一步，也没有晚一步，刚巧赶上了。

我不想去怀念爱的过往，我宁愿去失去，去忘记，去迷失。

有了你，我迷失了自我。失去你，我多么希望自己再度迷失。

Within you I lose myself, without you I find myself wanting to be lost again.

我爱你不是因为你是谁，而是因为在你面前我可以是谁。

I love you not because of who you are, but because of who I am when I am with you.

为了你，我想要改变，成为全新的自己。

You make me want to be a better man.

你让我想成为一个更好的人。

我在这段爱中成长，长大，因你而经历的曾经，你比我大，但我比你高啊。

Love you, think of you, love you secretly, eagerly love you, wait, feel disappointed, try hard, lose, and feel sad, go apart, and recall.All of these are for sake of you. And I will never regret for it.

钟情，相思，暗恋，渴慕，等待，失望，试探，患得患失，痛不欲生，天涯永隔，追忆似水流年……种种这些，都曾因你而经历，也就誓不言悔。

We always think that love is very heavy, heavy and could be the heaviest thing in the world. But one day, when you look back, you suddenly realize that it's always light, light. We all though t love was very deep, but in fact it's very thin. The deepest and heaviest love must grow up with the time.

我们总以为那份痴情很重，很重，是世上最重的重量。有一天，蓦然回首，我们才发现，它一直都是很轻，很轻的。我们以为爱的很深，很深，来日岁月， 会让你知道，它不过很浅，很浅。最深和最重的爱，必须和时日一起成长。

我们一起走过八年的时光，与时日的成长，是便利店的肉酱面，是你吐出的烟圈，是传过的简讯和那个倒立着的“I miss you”。

2009

2012

2017

我们的爱变成一种都市的符号，这座城市的话语，没有你所说的“我爱你”，没有你的海誓山盟，有的只是那些玩笑，那些转身，那些纷纷扰扰，爱得很琐碎，却琐碎得轰轰烈烈。

A long while amid the noises of coming and going of drinking and oath and smutty jest.There we two, content, happy in being together speaking little, perhaps not a word.

过了许久，在喧扰的人来人往中，在酒吧喧闹的噪声、宣言和粗俗的玩笑声中，我们俩，知足、快乐地坐在一起，说的很少，似乎什么都没说。

跟我走吧，忐忑给你，经历给你，最后一支香烟给你，不眠的夜给你，香港街头的霓虹给你，酒杯中的摇晃给你，等待给你，怀抱给你，余生，我也留给你。

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