she may be the face I can't forget 她,也许是一张我无法忘记的容颜
a trace of pleasure I regret是一屡我所为之叹息的惬意
may be my treasure or the price I have to pay 也许是我的瑰宝或者必定的付出
she may be the song that Summer sings 她,也许是夏日的绵绵短歌
may be the chill that autumn brings 也许是秋日的瑟瑟山风
my be a hundred different things 也许是百般变化的生活
within the measure of the day.