如果你跟我走，我们将永无宁日，人们将追杀着我们，众神将诅咒我们，但是我会永远爱着你，直到他们烧尽我躯体的那一天。

 

 

    If you go to Troy, glory will be yours. They will write stories about your victories for thousands of years. The world will remember your name. But if you go to Troy, you will never come home. For your glory walks hand in hand with your doom. And I shall never see you again.

    如果你去了特洛伊，荣耀将属于你，人们将永远传颂你胜利的事迹，世界将铭刻你的名字。但是如果你去了特洛伊，你将永远无法回来，因为你的荣耀与你的末日紧紧相连，我将永远不会再见到你。

 

 

    I’ve fought many wars in my time. Some were fought for land, some for power, some for glory. I suppose fighting for love makes more sense than all the rest.

    我的一生经历过无数战争，有些为了国土，有些为了权利，有些为了荣耀。我想为爱情而战比这些更有意义。

 

 

    The gods envy us. They envy us because we’re mortal. Because any moment might be our last. Everything’s more beautiful because we’re doomed.

    众神嫉妒我们，他们嫉妒我们因为我们是凡人，因为每时每刻都将可能是我们的尽头，所有的一切都更加美妙因为我们注定将化作尘土随风消逝。