翻譯功能還是很強大。請它翻譯《愛在哥本哈根》當中的一段：

不要牽掛不值得的人，不要追憶往事，不要念叨曾經的甜言蜜語。不要分析細節，不要問哪些是真的。不要探尋動機，不要質問，不要惱火……

艾米在房間外的陽台上憑欄。房間在旅館頂樓。越過川流不息的一條街，可以望見一個寬闊的廣場，有磚石鋪地。行人，單獨的或者結伴的，匆匆趕路。廣場正中，矮樹和圍欄圈起一個苗圃，裡面花卉盛開。一尊青銅雕像佇立在圍欄一角，一位戴頭盔、佩寶劍的騎士穩坐在小跑的馬上，年深日久，人和馬都覆滿了銅綠。

不要懊悔不夠警覺，不要自責過於輕信。不要以為做得不夠，你從來沒有薄待誰。不要為鬼鬼祟祟的人找藉口。私心和偽善總歸要暴露。不巧是自己受了當面一擊。不要幻想他們認錯，不要再與他們糾纏。

忘了他們，讓他們去快活，上網炫耀；過自己的生活，享受自己應得的，享受這個城市、這個旅館能給予的；像廣場上的人們，匆匆趕路，心無旁騖；像那尊青銅騎士（他是克里斯蒂安四世還是五世？）不畏風雨，平視前方。像苗圃里的花，管它是七月還是十一月，有霧還是天晴，隨性怒放……

今天天晴，但有點涼。艾米將厚實的棉袍裹緊，又跺了跺腳。我還站着做什麼？她想，應該吃早飯，吃完泡個澡，或者蒸桑拿。她拉開門返回室內。

雖然已經住了兩天，艾米忍不住打量這個套間，讚嘆它的奢華。套間寬闊，陳設雖多卻不侷促。臥室的木地板上鋪了厚厚的毛毯，被吸塵器吸得乾淨。大床上的被褥潔淨、厚實。每側大中小三個枕頭，超過一人所需。客廳里，水晶枝形吊燈璀璨發光。一張扶手有雕花的椅子斜放在樣式古典的壁爐邊。洗手間有分開的浴缸和淋浴。浴缸的支撐是獸爪式樣，旁邊有圓凳，放泡澡用品，比如瓶裝的浴鹽和玫瑰花瓣。金屬器件都潔淨泛光。艾米進洗手間洗了把臉，脫下棉袍掛起，再回臥室，換上內衣褲。窗多，採光好；又面向廣場，還有陽台遮攔，能保證隱私。艾米換衣服都不必拉上奶黃色的窗簾。

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.