I once was clinging to the pursuit of happiness,

but I have found happiness as fine sand,

the more you would like to keep a firm grasp on your hands,

the more you see it helplessly slip from the hands go,

as Jiang wenli express in the lines about love in “Chinese-style divorce”.  

Until one day, I suddenly understand that the less I have,

the deliberater I am.

The meaning of happiness does not lie in possession,

deliberately to force only to enlarge your loneliness.

Suddenly reminded of those days with singing,

records that the symbols of our youth,  and our hearts with rhythm,

with alcohol, with a smile to stray

——still a long road,

but friends and knowing smile of a flap,

I know I am happy enough…