This several days, the nothing is special. I aware of, recently, my inspiration was few.

The sweet prattle that the nothing heart sets out, just, I bear some things silently again.

這幾天，沒什麼特別。我發覺到，這陣子，我的靈感少了。

沒什麼心裡出發的情話，只是，我又默默地承受著某些東西。

Even I also don't know, I now actually is what, sometimes return to give it a bit of thought,

 I come and go of the inside of the day, existence how much sincere friend,

because the sincere friend gets not easily, this can get off the heart worry,

sharing him all happiness, also can share him all pain,

 having a lot of friends can attain to share my happiness, but isn't a to attain to share my persecution.

連我也不知道，我現在究竟是什麼，有時回想一下，我過往的日子裡，

存在多少個真心的朋友，因為真心的朋友得來不易，這個能夠傾訴心事，分享他所有快樂，

同時也能分擔他所有痛苦，有很多朋友都能做到分享我的快樂，卻不是個個能做到分擔我的苦楚。

This matter, I finish wanting time and time again, but the nobody can tell my real answer,

will not have a friend will suddenly say with me, "have you this friend really so much",

is this world too cold or too hot, ignoring, is who all good,

as long as someone takes me for his real good friend, I have been enough.

這事，我想完一次又一次，但沒人能告訴我真正的答案，不會有個朋友會突然跟我說，

「有你這個朋友真好」，這個世界是太冷還是太熱呢，不管，是誰都好，只要有人當我是他真正的好朋友，我已足夠。