一直都知道,你收不到我的信,可是仍写着,希望有千分之一的运气,有天能让信飞到你的手中。心中压抑太多,反而不知道如何开口,我在想,难道我们真的随缘而生,随缘而灭吗。既然缘尽于此,为何还要彼此留下一段回忆,难以追忆的曾经,一时的快乐留下的却是永远的心痛,何苦如此作弄 You always know that you can not receive my letter, but still write, I hope one thousandth of luck, one day Let the letter fly to your hands. Too much pressure in my heart, but do not know how to speak, I was thinking, do we really come into being, fate go. Since the edge to do this, why should leave each other a memory, difficult to recall the once, temporary happiness is always sad, but why make it so