1、Sayuri Nitta: A story like mine has never been told. For my world is as forbidden as it is fragile; without its mysteries,it cannot survive.
小百合：像我这样的故事是不应该告诉别人的。因为我的世界的禁忌之深正如它的脆弱之深，失去了神秘感，它将不复存在。
2、Mameha: Water is powerful,it can wash away earth,put out fire and even destroy iron.
真羽美：水是很强大的。它能冲走土，熄灭火，甚至可以毁掉金。
3、Mameha: Remember,Chiyo,geisha are not courtesans. And we are not wives. We sell our skills,not our bodies. We create another secret world,a place only of beauty. The very word "geisha" means artist and to be a geisha is to be judged as a moving work of art.
真羽美：记住，千代子。艺伎，不是达官的情妇，也不会是他们的'伴侣。我们出卖的是我们的技艺，而不是我们的身体。我们建构一个秘密的世界，一个只有美的世界。艺伎的含义就是艺术家，要做一个艺伎，就是要让人把我们当成一件活动的艺术品。
4、就在那一刻，我变成了一个女孩，感觉到一种无限的空虚，开始有意地去思念一个人，我知道当个艺妓，心中也有期望的事情，就是他心中的世界。
In that moment,I changed from a girl facing nothing but emptiness to someone with purpose,I sold that to be a gaisha,could be stay to think something else----a place in his world.
5、就在那时，我觉得整个世界发生了改变，但这不仅仅是我一个人的决心，我做了一个秘密的承诺，带着他的相片，我会永远锁住自己的心扉，把一切给他留下。
In that instant,I felt the whole world changed,but not my own determination,I made a secret promise,along with his picuter,I will lock away my heart,and save it for him.
6、东西得去珍惜，让生命过得更加精彩…
7、我心已死，是一种慢慢的死，带着每一个希望，直到有一天没有一切，没有希望，没有什么东西剩下，她化妆自己的脸是为了掩盖自己，她的眼睛还是有很多水，这不是艺妓想要的，艺妓也不能有这样的感受，艺妓是浮华世界中的艺术家，她舞蹈，她唱歌，她让你高兴，包括你需要的一切，艺妓都是你休息的客栈，她们身上有着秘密。
My heart dead, a slow death, bring each hope like lives, until one day there are none, no hopes, nothing remained,she paint her face to hide her face, her eye's a deep water, it is not for a gaisha to want, it is not for a gaisha to feel, gaisha is an artist of a flouting world, she dances, she sings, she entertains you, whatever you want, they are rest is secret.
8、没有哪个艺妓能有更多的期望…
No gaisha can ever hope for more…
9、你不能对太阳说多点阳光，不能对雨说少点雨，对男人来说，艺妓顶多就是半个妻子，要像他们的妻子一样，当然了，要学会善良，在经历许多伤心事之后，就知道一个小女孩有着她不知道的勇气，发现她的祈祷终于成真，这可以叫做幸福。总之，这不是一个国王的回忆，也不是王后的回忆，这是另一种人生的回忆。
You can't say to the sun, more sun, or to the rain, less rain, to a man, geisha can only be half a wife, real the wives serve the night for, and yet, to learn of kindness after so much unkindness, to understand that a little girl with more courage than she knew, would find her pray was on seek, can that be called happiness. After all, this is not a memory of a empire, no of a queen, this is a memory of another kind.
