The main tenses are all in the general present tense to enhance the sense of scene.
What a man has, he worships.
One worships what he owns.
Tell yourself at all times that no one will deny that the world will eventually be mine.
I keep telling myself: no one denies that the world will ultimately be mine.
There will always be children in this world who are not loved, and I love them.
There are always some loveless children in the world, but I love them. (loveless also means not loved -- Webster's Collegiate English Dictionary 13th edition)
The three stages of a contemporary couple's relationship, in nine total **** words: kissing relationship. Sexual relationship. Never mind.
Modern love has three stages of relationship: kiss relationship, sex relationship and no relationship.
Every stroke of the outline, every trace, seems to record thoughts that span thousands of years and thousands of years.
Everything that is outlined, every trace seems to record thoughts that span thousands of years.
Every brush and stroke seem to record his love through thousands of years.
Open the doorway of truth and paint the beginning of sorrow.
Open the door to truth for the beginning of misery.
Anywhere you have yourself is heaven.
Heaven is where I am.
I am not afraid of difficulties, difficulties are afraid of me.
Troubles fear me as long as I don't fear them.
Don't sigh. Every sigh is one less minute of confidence.
Don't sigh. The more you sign, the more confidence you lose.
To always remind myself that I can do anything.
I keep reminding myself that I am omnipotent.
Just saying his name makes you feel like you can really be strong, very, very strong.
Just read his name and I grow in strength.
Large swathes of manzanita. Day by day they grow stronger and sadder.
The red spider lilies spread unendingly. Day by day they grow more and more densely and sadly.
Manjusri is sin. Beautiful, bewitching, despite its despair, it still gives off the fragrance of the poppy.
The red spider lilies symbolize sin. Beautiful, enchanting although desperate, they diffuse poppy-like fragrance.
Like the simple wishes of youth, and the impossibility of The vows that are impossible to fulfill.
Like you on the other side of the river, and me on the other side of the river.
It is like the innocent wishes of young people and the promises that can never be realized, like you and me separated by the eternal river.
World is dancing. I pray for the destruction of the moths.
The world is dancing. I pray for desperate destruction.
The bells are hoarse, ringing from the square towers, wailing through the air one at a time, like a sigh from a distant world. The breeze drifted and fluttered against the sunken windows like an ancient elegy.
The coarse bell resounds sadly from the square tower as if it came from a world faraway. Aimless Breeze flaps against the heavy glass windows like playing an ancient elegy. playing an ancient elegy.
A burst of clamor and cheering behind them echoed under the ornate dome of the sanctuary, in the misty smoke clouds of the imperial capital. It boiled the heavens and shook the earth, long and far, like a wedding blessing, accompanied by a century of ringing, happy bells.
Noises and acclaims behind resound deafeningly under the sanctuary dome amid the misty clouds of the capital like the happy wedding bell at the
Noises and acclaims behind resound deafeningly under the sanctuary dome amid the misty clouds of the capital like the happy wedding bell at the turn of the century.
He walks from the chaos, the world fading away behind him.
Greed? That's human nature, and if you have it, why don't you face it?
Greed? That is part of human nature. Why don't you face it since you possess it?
Perfect world, imperfect soul.
A perfect world full of imperfect souls.
The meaning of freedom is never having to say you're sorry.
Freedom means never having to apologize.
In this world, betrayal is just a matter of time.
Betrayal comes sooner or later.
Stars in the sky, eyes on the ground.
The fog clears, the dream awakens, and I finally see reality. It was the silence of a thousand sails.
The stars in the heaven look into my eyes.
The fog dispersed, my dream shattered, I finally see the truth. It is silence after everything.
Once in a while, I walk by the place where we walked and tell myself that we were happy, very happy.
Occasionally I walk past where we used to walk. I tell myself we used to be happy, very happy.
Millennia and millions of years have passed, and he's at this end and I'm at that end. I tell myself we used to be happy, very happy.
Thousands of years have passed, and he was at this end, and I was at that end.
Thousands of years have passed. We stand on the opposite banks of the eternal river till we had become the shores.
Every man is his own God.
Everyone is his own god.
I have long been able to bravely face the loss of your life, and have long been accustomed to thinking of you with a smile on a man's night.
I had already learned to face life without you bravely and think about you alone at night smilingly.
I only hope you can be more and more happy.
I only hope that you will be happier and happier.
The world will not allow heroes to exist, and the people who write history are the ones who kill them.
The world does not allow heroes to exist. Those who write history are those who kill heroes.
The remnants of the snow flow Hua Qianliang.
The lingering snow spreads for thousands of miles.
The water gurgles like the sound of a soul crying out.
The gurgling of the brook is like the crying of souls.
All sentimentality always leaves a trail of joy.
All regrets always leave a corner of perfection.
All the sadness will end with traces of happiness; all the regret will leave behind a perfect corner.
Love, God says, is the only thing we can take with us when we die, and it makes death so easy.
God says that death is nothing in front of love, which is the only thing we take away when we die.
The truth of history is that fools follow madmen.
The true of history is that stupid men follow madmen.
Shattered stars sink in the center of the sea, and melodious songs soar in the heart.
Broken stars fall into the heart of sea; melodious songs fly in the heart of mine.
The black swan under the starry sky, deep in thought in the darkness of the night, sighs in the darkness of the night.
The black swan is contemplating and sighing under the starry night sky.
Memories are a bridge, but it is a prison to loneliness.
Memory is a bridge which only leads to the prison of loneliness.
Mocked since childhood.
Inferiority complex, but always like to pretend to be fearless.
Knowing that I am small, I always tell myself that I am omnipotent.
It's a good thing that you're not a big fan of this kind of thing, because it's a good thing that you're not a big fan of this kind of thing.
One at a time, I put down my pride and begged for more, but it was not love.
He was gentle, but refused to give you his heart.
He was jeered at since he was young.
Though self-abased, he always likes to put on an indomitable mask.
He knows he is negligible.
Though self-abased, he always likes to put on an indomitable mask.
He knows he is negligible, but he keeps telling himself that he is omnipotent.
He hates himself like this, hates the fact that his efforts never get rewarded.
He lays down self-esteem again and again in beg of love, which he never gets.
The man he loves is very gentle, but he refuses to give out his heart.
Because unlikable, so he always does something excessive, just to get attention. But as a result, it's even more annoying and really childish and capricious.
It's hard to say something like that.
It's lonely, very lonely.
He is not popular, so he often goes too far only to arouse others' attention, only to make himself more despicable. A na?ve and headstrong child indeed.
He couldn't utter words like that.
He feels bitterly lonely.
Keeping on walking alone, he finally found a ray of light in a deep dark cave.
That glimmer of light, however, was never his own.
In the end, he tells you plainly, I never loved you.
He walks alone in the dark cave until he finally finds a ray of light.
But that ray of light never belongs to him.
In the end, he is told that the man he loves has never loved him.
It is only when I think of you that I feel lonely.
The more I think of you, the more lonely I feel.
But don't feel guilty, I will learn to grow up.
I feel lonely only when I think of you.
The more I think of you, the lonelier I feel.
But please do not feel regretful, for I will learn
Life changes from splendor to blandness, and then from blandness to even more blandness, a long road, a person walks through it, but only to understand how short it is.
Gorgeous life turns dull, and dull life turns duller. I walk through the lengthy road only to understand how short it is.
I always feel that you are in my life.
I can always feel that you are in my life.
For feel every moment I can that you are in my life.
I am really trying to remember him with all my heart, very, very hard.
But gradually, I realized about him, even the taste of happiness is forgotten. All I can remember is this feeling of desperately trying to remember him.
I really try hard to remember him.
But I gradually realize that I have forgotten everything about him, including my good time with him.
But I gradually realize that I have forgotten everything about him, including my good time with him. The only thing I can remember is the feeling of trying desperately to remember him.
Strongly appeal to Paper Big to come out with the English version of Tenjin! This way we can learn both English and translation, two birds with one stone. Let's let the native English translators do the translation, provided that they love Tian Shen, love Paper University, are good at both Chinese and English, and have a passion for literature. Please note: the native language must be English, otherwise the translation is not good.