时光太瘦指缝太宽，一个不经意流年已把故事写好了结局，有些人注定要消散在清风明月里，有些缘注定要飘零在落花流水间，再怎么刻骨铭心的记忆，总有一天被光阴风吹散的无影无踪。想再次见到安好的模样，只为确定你尘埃落定的幸福，从此，天涯陌路，后会无期。

我还是很喜欢你，如同烟火陨落黑夜里，不留痕迹。我还是很喜欢你，如同故梦跌进时光里，悄无声息。我还是很喜欢你，如同竹马绕入青梅去，恍如梦境。我还是很喜欢你，如噙泪滑过腮边急，不可自持。我还是很喜欢你，如诺言刻在三生石，宿命而已……

每段风景都是一个故事：终于明白，有些路，只能一个人走。那些邀约好同行的人，一起相伴雨季，走过年华，但有一天终究会在某个渡口离散。红尘陌上，独自行走，绿萝拂过衣襟，青云打湿诺言。山和水可以两两相忘，大日与月可以毫无瓜葛。那时候，只一个人的浮世清欢，一個人的细水长流。

我已经23岁了，上班、打游戏、睡觉，与我那些风流成性，一掷千金的同学来说，我实在是默默无闻，即使走在路上，也没有人会看我一眼，而那些我向往的姑娘，也只会轻轻从我身边走过，如一阵风，或是天上的一朵云彩，再美丽，我也无法为之所动。此时的我，一無所有兩手空空，大城市華灯耀眼，却没有一盏是為我而亮。

我们一起四年，那甚至分手前的一天还我们俩侬侬一起吃晚饭，但是一个吵架就让你们说出你们不想谈恋爱了，当你们说你们本来就是这样的人不想挽留什么的时候，可想過當年的追我的樣子，我又該相信哪個我們？分手第13天，你們沒有找我們，我也沒有找他們，那四年像一個夢，不知是噩夢還是美夢？

一直有分手的心理准备，所以當他們說出分手時，我哭不出来，可之後每一天，只要想到他們眼睛就停不下来。你們說好的娶我們呢，你們說好的坚持呢，你們為何最後還成了我們一個人的戰役？

其实最催泪的情书 是聊天记录，是最不能翻阅物品；翻开，就知道兩個人，是怎樣從無話不說到無話可說。在未放弃過愛你的情況下，它從浓烈變得悄無聲息。你突然觉得好难过，我们和他们，是不是就這麼散了？

I think about the time we will eventually part, but not as soon as this; I thought about our never-ending relationship, and in my mind, I considered giving you my entire second half of life. But it was we who parted ways. So very small-mindedly have I cherished our love that has never been substantial enough, and yet you added one person's weight to it; unwillingness is there too, but more so is the reluctance.

Nowadays' me only remembers him vaguely in my memory. Remembering when we broke up, I spent a long time overcoming days without him; now finally confirming that we truly are destined to meet again someday. The town is so small; we just didn't get along.

It's always someone else in my memories - hazy yet deep. Not daring to believe nor admit it - they're always the most beautiful fantasy for me or the cruelest reality of love. Love runs deep but powerless to possess.

Once she said no matter which university or city I'm at, she'll come see me; now though we're in the same city where once she fought for me with all her might - that girl who used to be by my side has disappeared from sight... We simply drifted apart like this?

Hope there won't be any days without your presence where you can be happy perhaps waiting patiently until you gradually forget me... All of these don't matter because I'll come back find you since in my heart there's only you.

Love is an individual thing while love between two people makes it even harder... You care deeply and treat them like sweet words whereas those who don't care about them would view such words as empty talk — this probably sums up many choices struggling before ultimately failing against already written conclusions: choosing between keeping on loving or letting go of what was meant to last forever?