Time is like a train that never comes back, rumbling and pulling us to farther places. I met you and accompanied you on this journey.
Unfortunately, the train will always arrive at the station, and you will still get off and sit next to another person. I'm just a passer-by.
I mistook the friendship you gave me for love, but you mistook the love I gave you for friendship. We are destined to wander on different tracks.
Youth ends and flowers bloom everywhere. Time has scratched the film of memories, and those unforgettable days have blurred the image.
Facing you, I can't take a step forward. The undercurrent in my heart engulfs me every night. Those fragments of memory always cut me. Will you still be able to recognize the scarred me many years later?