The white rabbit wanders here and there, its clothes are not as good as new, its people are not as good as before
It always takes me a long, long time to realize that what I have been looking for is memories. The you I missed will never appear in my future again
I try hard to recall those dialogues, every word and every expression of yours. It's me who hesitates, and you who are calm and relaxed.
Life is just a pilgrimage. We meet each other and then separate at the fork in the road. When you are on the other side of the mountains and ridges, I am on the lonely road without end.