Maybe Shure:【惶然】

你还留给我痛苦的疆界，海一般浩渺无边，流动于永恒与时间之间，在你的知觉和我的呼吸里。

You still leave me the boundary of pain, as boundless as the sea, flowing between eternity and time, in your consciousness and my breath.

佩索阿在《惶然录》里写到：“我从来不求被他人理解。被理解类似于自我卖淫。”

Pessoa wrote in the panic record: "I never ask to be understood." Being understood to be similar to self-prostitution. "

躲在梦与季节的深处，听花与黑夜唱尽梦魇，唱尽繁华，唱断所有记忆的来路。

Hide in the depths of dreams and seasons, listen to flowers and night sing nightmares, sing prosperity, sing off the origin of all memories.

少年时我们追求激情，成熟后却迷恋平庸，在我们寻找，伤害，背离之后，还能一如既往的相信爱情，这是一种勇气。

When we are young, we pursue passion, but when we mature, we are infatuated with mediocrity. After we seek, hurt and deviate, we can still believe in love as always, which is a kind of courage.

我和这个世界不熟。这并非是我安静的原因。我依旧有很多问题，问南方问故里，问希望，问距离。我和这个世界不熟。这并非是我绝望的原因。我依旧有很多热情，给分开，给死亡，给昨天，给安寂。我和这个世界不熟。这并非是我虚假的原因。我依旧有很多真诚，离不开，放不下，活下去，爱得起。

I'm not familiar with the world. That's not why I'm quiet. I still have a lot of questions, ask the south to ask the hometown, ask the hope, ask the distance. I'm not familiar with the world. This is not the reason for my despair. I still have a lot of enthusiasm, to separate, to death, to yesterday, to peace. I'm not familiar with the world. This is not the reason why I am false.

I still have a lot of sincerity, can not leave, can not let go, live, can afford to love.

愿你所得过少时，不会终日愤愤；愿你所得过多时，不必终日惶恐。

May you not be angry all day long when you get too little; may you not be afraid all day when you get too much.

少年时我们追求激情，成熟后却迷恋平庸

可我从不后悔一一

人间/四月