Don't Dwell on Those You Can't Hold Onto
Every street you've walked along no longer holds the scene of us holding hands. Every movie we've seen leaves behind thick stacks of ticket stubs, a selective forgetting of the resolute decisions before our separation. Time quietly fades you from my memory, telling me not to dwell on unhappy memories. Don't linger on people you can't hold onto.
I don't know if you'll ever do the same, occasionally recalling in your spare time, the places we walked, the songs we heard, the scenery we saw. Perhaps one day you'll be holding someone else's hand, walking through the same places, creating romantic memories.
There will come a day when I discover that your traces are everywhere in this city. So I desperately try to escape, going as far as possible, hoping for peace of mind. In fact, it's still because I can't forget you. I've imagined countless beautiful endings for us, but never considered the day I would lose you. Once, I fell in love with a city because of one person. Now I also have to flee the past with you, leaving this city, leaving you.
Let me quietly forget you, in one quiet evening or afternoon moment, casting memories into the past. You should also cherish it, quietly remain in my past time, no matter tomorrow or later.
I've heard people say that the carousel is the most cruel game in the world. We chase each other, looping endlessly, but it's the farthest distance. I don't know when, you and I, became the most familiar strangers. The distance is so close, yet our hearts are so far apart. Once so passionate, now so dim.
