I Just Want You to Stay in My Memory

Time gradually blurs your figure, and the years mercilessly dye my hair white. Time repeatedly refracts the scenes of my youth, but where are you later, which air you breathe, which sky you look at, and what kind of stories you carry. I don't dare to know, and I don't want to know. After all, you are my lifelong regret and my lifelong memory. Instead of seeing through reality and facing reality, it is better to compare you and me to passers-by. If we really meet one day, I can also pretend to be nonchalant and say to you: "I... Seem to have seen you somewhere!" And you may also happen to recognize me...