我不是李白，写不出千金散尽还复来的霸气，天生我材必有用的傲气，只能拿起笔，写下与你在一起的点点滴滴，以血为墨，心头为纸，用一生来回忆。

I'm not Li Bai. I can't write down my arrogance. I'm born to be useful. I can only take a pen and write down every bit of time I'm with you. I use blood as ink, my heart as paper, and my life as a memory.