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褪了色的花香陪我们一同盛放了这个季节,彼此用寂寞的姿态观望,在黑了的夜里挣扎,如同渴望阳光的孩子。站在岁月的罅隙间回头看那一段段转过弯的日子,有许多缺憾似的遗忘和妥协。我们一起挥手做了最后一次告别,然后在相见时看到彼此已陌生的面孔,那一刻,是否真的是无语凝噎?回忆得久了,总是会让人变得越来越难过而无一丝的悔改。有时候在想是不是就该这样做个了断,是不是这样我就真的什么都没有了?那些故事真的可以那梓遗忘掉吗?那些过往真的没有留下一丝痕迹吗?走了这么远,难过了这么久,就是为了把那些曾经以为会一直念念不忘的东西遗忘掉?
The faded flowers accompany us throughout this season, watching each other with a lonely gesture, and struggling on a dark night like a child longing for the sun. Looking back at the time of years, looking back at the period when the section was turned, there were many regrets and compromises. We waved our hands together for the last farewell, and then saw each other’s faces when we met each other. At that moment, is it really silent? After a long time, people always become more and more sad. No trace of repentance. Sometimes thinking about whether it’s time to do something like that, isn’t it true that I don’t really have anything? Can those stories really be forgotten? Haven’t those traces really left traces of the past? Far and sad for so long, is to forget those things that once thought it would never forget?