Very occasionally, you will look for me, contact me, your sudden appearance, will still provoke my heartstrings. Only, I also learnt to pretend to you, not cold, not hot, not salty, smiling heartlessly, and will not shed that cheap tears again.

　　Always have to wait until a long time, always have to wait for the retreat, only to know that we had personally discarded things, in the later days, can never be encountered.

　　I will still believe in love, just will not believe that love can be forever.

　　You suddenly woke me up to the fact that the time we have known each other can be counted in years.

　　Walking with you on this journey, you also become the road I pass by.

　　I know, forgetting is an easy thing, just don't look, don't think, don't remember, just forget, just like, the sky after the fireworks.

　　When you see through everything, you realise that it is more practical to lose than to have.

　　There is nothing you can't forget, always forget you at a later time, first forget your appearance, then forget your voice, forget what you said, not now, but also later.

　　We are so separated in the wind of the years, looking back, but can not see the traces of once together, although, once so hard together.

　　The ending and the process are there, and then go to entangle, even themselves feel greedy.

　　The words hidden in the bottom of the heart is not intentionally to hide, just not all the pain can be shouted.

　　I'm not running away from you, nor am I running away from myself.

　　I have only given up on you, not forgotten.