英语翻译

The boy from each school that trail walking under, hear the piano sound clear benefits. Boys don't understand music, don't know the music call what name, and just about that misty and distant piano have seed touches. Maybe boys like sad, always think, the notes like to say what, so move ears.
The boy knew those voices from the one door of 3 buildings came out of the window, he every time pass by, all stand below the window to the side of the road, looked up and looked at the door be rice white curtains covered in the window. Whether the wind that blows micro, or window to the hand of their masters, for he never had pulled up the curtain of the swing.
Every time he stopped for a moment so, he never to seek for, just habit good time, habit, good life, and again pass by. His heart will with the curtain sway over, but he never had to guess, who in his finger on the keys behind.
As said, the parallel track also may be changing. Very accidental, boy downstairs to see the play, she is a pure girl, dressed in mother buy broken flower child skirt, comb a mother pierced the two root quiet plait, to uncle aunt she will be very polite sweet smile, lovely expressions, the shy of look in the eyes. Boy no thoughts, he didn't go to know her, never asked her name, and she didn't say HI, he didn't want to go to know a strange girl, just, he remembered her. Repeat the track of my life is still, to listen to the familiar and unfamiliar but ethereal playing.
While moving scene, years flow wash. Nothing special reason, just the world never stopped for a clearance. From a day, under the window hasn't spread the piano, under no longer someone to listen to the floor. No one thought, or asked, why this is. Their life is colorful, each change, everyone will only start his life away, and not intervene.
Boy in high school met the girl, they just in a class. The girl cut a very popular long hair style, bang broken broken, walked down the right gradually sideways extensions. She is not a love to laugh, also won't play cool, she has her close friends, to people who are not familiar with disdain to intervene. She and general classmates, in a rebellious age, selfish, like to play, insane, sleep, play, then nervous copy of a hand in work.
The boy knew she is the girl who, sort of, in the mind has a temperature. He began to close to her, care about her and love her. Ought to is fate, is just happened to love each other. The girl accept him. They simply love each other, and give you worry, happy, sad, sentimentally attached. Ask a question, why do you like me?
Used for you every day a greeting, accustomed to a day to you a smile, used to warm to each other. They used to love one another.
Very occasionally one day, the boy came to the girl's home, saw the window of the piano. Ask her, playing a song good yao. She opened the harp cover, have already harp xi dusty. She curt knocked a few a note sound, helplessly say, long time no play, forgotten, childhood mother and teacher force play. Gently stopped, the piano lid close, only hear the thick dust, a sound MenXiang was dumbfounded.
Maybe a lot of the time we all thought that story has a beginning, just know that just guesswork. I thought it was my reason, in fact that never existed. Eye to road before, we remember the past season remember at the asphalt, as roadblocks on both sides of the past, and you'll know on to the front, and not look back
应该就这吧自己理一下思路