Some people are so far away yet so close, so close that you can hear each other's breathing, but so far away that you can't hear the rhythm of each other's heartbeats;
Some encounters are so vague but so clear. Time has washed away the fresh fragrance, but settled down the infatuated longing;
Some love, once missed, is forever, but occasionally ripples of memory will appear in the exclusive corner of the heart.
You are the pendulum in my heart, caring about me every minute and second I pass;
It is also the pendulum-like sensitivity and hesitation that makes us and love ultimately deviate and become unbalanced.
Maybe we will meet again somewhere in the future,
The origin of memories, that familiar place, the familiar you,
And that sentence that has never been said:
I, really love you.