翻译功能还是很强大。请它翻译《爱在哥本哈根》当中的一段：

不要牵挂不值得的人，不要追忆往事，不要念叨曾经的甜言蜜语。不要分析细节，不要问哪些是真的。不要探寻动机，不要质问，不要恼火……

艾米在房间外的阳台上凭栏。房间在旅馆顶楼。越过川流不息的一条街，可以望见一个宽阔的广场，有砖石铺地。行人，单独的或者结伴的，匆匆赶路。广场正中，矮树和围栏圈起一个苗圃，里面花卉盛开。一尊青铜雕像伫立在围栏一角，一位戴头盔、佩宝剑的骑士稳坐在小跑的马上，年深日久，人和马都覆满了铜绿。

不要懊悔不够警觉，不要自责过于轻信。不要以为做得不够，你从来没有薄待谁。不要为鬼鬼祟祟的人找借口。私心和伪善总归要暴露。不巧是自己受了当面一击。不要幻想他们认错，不要再与他们纠缠。

忘了他们，让他们去快活，上网炫耀；过自己的生活，享受自己应得的，享受这个城市、这个旅馆能给予的；像广场上的人们，匆匆赶路，心无旁骛；像那尊青铜骑士（他是克里斯蒂安四世还是五世？）不畏风雨，平视前方。像苗圃里的花，管它是七月还是十一月，有雾还是天晴，随性怒放……

今天天晴，但有点凉。艾米将厚实的棉袍裹紧，又跺了跺脚。我还站着做什么？她想，应该吃早饭，吃完泡个澡，或者蒸桑拿。她拉开门返回室内。

虽然已经住了两天，艾米忍不住打量这个套间，赞叹它的奢华。套间宽阔，陈设虽多却不局促。卧室的木地板上铺了厚厚的毛毯，被吸尘器吸得干净。大床上的被褥洁净、厚实。每侧大中小三个枕头，超过一人所需。客厅里，水晶枝形吊灯璀璨发光。一张扶手有雕花的椅子斜放在样式古典的壁炉边。洗手间有分开的浴缸和淋浴。浴缸的支撑是兽爪式样，旁边有圆凳，放泡澡用品，比如瓶装的浴盐和玫瑰花瓣。金属器件都洁净泛光。艾米进洗手间洗了把脸，脱下棉袍挂起，再回卧室，换上内衣裤。窗多，采光好；又面向广场，还有阳台遮拦，能保证隐私。艾米换衣服都不必拉上奶黄色的窗帘。

Here is a fluent, faithful English translation:

Don’t dwell on people who aren’t worth it; don’t relive the past; don’t repeat those once-sweet words.
Don’t analyze the details, don’t ask what was real.
Don’t search for motives, don’t interrogate, don’t get angry…

Amy leaned on the railing of the balcony outside the room. The room was on the top floor of the hotel. Beyond a busy street, she could see a wide square paved with stone and brick. Pedestrians—alone or in pairs—hurried along. At the center of the square, low trees and a fence enclosed a nursery garden where flowers were in full bloom. A bronze statue stood at one corner inside the fence: a helmeted knight with a jewelled sword sat steady on a trotting horse; after so many years, both man and horse were covered in verdigris.

Don’t regret not being alert enough; don’t blame yourself for being too trusting. Don’t think you didn’t do enough—you have never treated anyone poorly. Don’t make excuses for those who skulk around. Self-interest and hypocrisy will always reveal themselves. It just so happened you took the blow to the face. Don’t imagine they will admit fault; don’t get entangled with them again.

Forget them. Let them go enjoy themselves, show off online; live your own life, enjoy what you deserve, enjoy what this city and this hotel can offer. Be like the people in the square, hurrying along with single-minded focus; like the bronze knight (was he Christian IV or V?) who fears neither wind nor rain, gazing straight ahead; like the flowers in the nursery, blooming freely—whether it’s July or November, foggy or clear…

The weather was fine today, though a bit chilly. Amy pulled her thick cotton robe tighter and stamped her feet. What am I still standing here for? she thought. She should have breakfast, then take a bath or a sauna. She slid the door open and went back inside.

Even after staying two days, Amy couldn’t help looking around the suite, marveling at its luxury. It was spacious; though furnished richly, it didn’t feel cramped. The wooden floor of the bedroom was covered with a thick rug, vacuumed clean. The bedding on the large bed was spotless and plush. Each side had three pillows—large, medium, and small—more than one person could need. In the living room, a crystal chandelier shimmered. A carved-arm chair sat at an angle beside the classically styled fireplace. The bathroom had both a separate tub and a shower. The bathtub stood on claw-shaped feet; beside it was a round stool holding bath items like bottled salts and rose petals. All the metal fixtures gleamed.

Amy went into the bathroom, washed her face, took off her cotton robe and hung it up. Then she returned to the bedroom and changed into her underwear. With many windows, the light was excellent; facing the square yet shielded by the balcony, the suite offered privacy. Amy didn’t even need to draw the pale-yellow curtains while changing.