谢谢你在这些日子

让我做你唯一的天使

当时我以为这就是一辈子

谢谢你让我从故事

回到了真实 我们之间

到此为止


像不像世界末日

你从我生命消失

霎那间

我的心死了几次

He finally called.

It was really really... out of the blue. i have no time to react. no time to feel anything. no time to even think.

and i picked up the call.

"你怎么了？还好吗？"

"我很好。你呢？"

"还好。。。还是一样的忙。你的身体还会不会容易生病？"

It's that same voice.

The same person. The same tone.

The same chuckle.

But the feeling has changed...

The atmosphere has changed...

There's something in between us. Something i couldn't quite define.

And of cos,

the status has changed....

Just when i'm about to let go?

What is this?

What does he want from me?

Why does he still bother if i fall sick quite often? Why does he still bother if i had my lasik done and whether i'm recovering well anot? Why does he still bother if my work is stressing me out?

Why does he even bother?

When he was the one who gave up 1st?

To check if the '受害者' is surviving well without u?

To have a better conscience if u noe i'm surviving pretty well w/o u?

Thanks, but no thanks.

It's breaking me apart when the truth finally sets in.

And the truth is, we can't go back the same anymore.


Even if my heart still beats for u. Even if my tears still flow for u. Even if just by hearing your voice makes my knees weak again. Even if i still think of u. Even if i very much wanted to see u again....


Things have changed. U have changed. I've changed.

无论我有多么多么想听一听你的声音也好

无论我有多么多么想躲在一边偷偷看你也好


为了我好，

就不要再问我最近过得好不好。

没有了你，

我的每一天怎么会好？

为我好，

就不要再打来了。