终有一日，或不过七八年间，过往皆成旧梦，旧事重提时兴许会笑，笑自己竟曾念着能与你终老。

One day, or in seven or eight years, the past will become an old dream. When the old things are mentioned again, they may laugh. They laughed that they thought they would die with you.

我这个人真的很差劲，对关系普通的人可好了，保持礼貌保持微笑反正什么问题都没有。相反，却总是把和我亲密的人之间的关系搞得一团糟，乱发小脾气。

My person is really bad, it is good for people with ordinary relationships, keep polite and smile anyway, no problem. On the contrary, it always messes up the relationship between people close to me and loses his temper.

假如我不再对任何事，任何人付出真心，或许我真的就不会再感到痛苦。

If I don’t give anything to anyone and give my heart, maybe I wo n’t feel pain anymore.

心中纵有万语千言想对你说，却找不到一个打扰你的理由，有千万次想关心你，却找不到一个合适的身份。

There are thousands of words in my heart that I want to say to you, but I can't find a reason to disturb you. I have tried to care about you ten million times, but I can't find a suitable identity.

Really give up and not publicity but slowly do not contact.

真正的放弃并不会张扬，而是慢慢不联系。

我所有的自负皆来自我的自卑，所有的英雄气概都来自于我的软弱。嘴里振振有词是因为心里满是怀疑，深情是因为痛恨自己无情。这世界没有一件事情是虚空而生的，站在光里，背后就会有阴影，这深夜里一片寂静，是因为你还没有听见声音

人只有对喜欢的东西才会特别上心，所以一个人爱不爱你是真的很明显的。

终是相遇了，终是入心了，终是错过了，终是伤透了，终是遥遥无期了