经不住似水流年，逃不过此间少年。

Cannot stand up to the years rolling like a stream, and cannot escape the youth.

在照片上，他用美工笔写下了一行古代诗句——如花美眷，似水流年。

As innocent as flowers, unaware of the time sweeping past like a river -- in the final prints he wrote, with a fine brush pen, a line from an ancient poem.

在普鲁斯特的《追忆似水流年》中，叙述者在安静地思考着一块饼干一段时间后，激励他去解开记忆的秘密。

In Proust's In Search Of Lost Time, the narrator is prompted to unlock the secrets of memory after some quiet time contemplating a biscuit.

晚风拂过我的脸庞，一场错开的花季，埋首烟波，似水流年。我将手中画笔散落，乱了晴天里的阴霾，终是成了剪影。

The breeze blowing over my face, a staggered season at the Youth passes as a fleeting wave… I will be in the hands of the brush scattered, chaotic weather in the haze, the end is a silhouette.