多少世的回眸，換來今生的邂逅。多少世的錯過，成就了今生的牽手。聽說旅行的意義就是逃離。逃離的不是一座城，而是一段記憶。

How many generations of looking back， in exchange for this life encounter。 How many lives of missing， the achievement of this life hand in hand。 It is said that the meaning of travel is to escape。 It is not a city to escape， but a memory。

念舊的人總是容易受傷，喜歡拿餘生等一句別來無恙。你雖然消失在我的世界裡，但我依然過得很好。

Nostalgia is always easy to hurt， like to take the rest of his life and so on。 Although you disappear in my world， but I still live well。

在久而久之之後，我們，遠了，淡了，也就再也回不到最初。不是不忘記，不是不放棄，只是你的一切在我心裡扎的太深。

Over time， we， far， light， also can not return to the original。 It‘s not that you don’t forget， it‘s not that you don’t give up。

別問我是否愛過你，因為我的愛早已與你無關。在最純淨美好的歲月，你卻只留給我回憶的傷。

Don‘t ask if I love you， because my love has nothing to do with you。 In the most pure and beautiful years， you only leave me the memory of the injury。

我已經忘了當初的樣子，連懷念都沒有證據。想儲存愛你的記憶，才發現它被時間沖淡了。

I’ve forgotten what I was like， and there‘s no evidence of missing。 Want to save the memory of love you， only to find it has been diluted by time。