冰冷的机器下面，是我们一颗灼热的心，把我们无限的热情散发到世界的各个角落。

Below the cold machine are our burning hearts, our boundless enthusiasm distributed to all corners of the world.

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然而，它还是灼热的，滚烫的，沸腾的，痛楚之后的快乐，心灯闪电一样的光，让这泪滴流星一样的燃烧。

However, it is still hot, hot, boiling, and pain after the happiness, the heart of the optical light, like lightning, so that the same meteor burning teardrop.

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即使正午的骄阳使天空喘息摇颤——即使灼热的沙地展布开它干渴的巾衣——在你心的深处难道没有快乐吗？

What if the sky pants and trembles with the heat of the midday sun -- what if the burning sand spreads its mantle of thirst -- Is there no joy in the deep of your heart?

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