怎么能忘记，你忧伤的神情，我的心事有如落叶扫不尽，你明明在流泪，却说你不伤心，我恨今夜的雨下得有点无情。
How can I forget your sad look? My heart is like a leaf that can be swept away. You are crying, but you say you are not sad. I hate the rain tonight to be merciless.
我们总希望有人可以真正明白自己的感受，但事实是，除了你自己，没有人会明白你的故事里有过多少快乐或伤悲，因为那终究只是你一个人的感觉。
We always hope that someone can really understand their feelings, but the fact is that no one can understand how much happiness or sadness you have in your story except yourself, because it is only your feelings after all.
一个人总要走陌生的路，看陌生的风景，听陌生的歌，然后在某个不经意的瞬间，你会发现，原本费尽心机想要忘记的事情真的就这么忘记了。
A person always has to walk on a strange road, watch strange scenery, listen to strange songs, and then in an inadvertent moment, you will find that the things that you tried hard to forget are really so forgotten.
我们在各自的小路上匆匆行走，一直未曾停留，不经意间在某个路口相遇，于是轻轻问候，淡淡寒暄，然后挥手说再见。
We walked in a hurry on our own paths, never stopped, and inadvertently met at an intersection, so we greeted each other gently, exchanged greetings lightly, and then waved goodbye.
想见的人，连样子都记不清了，应该无奈还是难过。想做的事情，永远也不敢做。想谈的心呢，还有谁在我身边默默倾听。
People who want to see can even remember what they look like. They should be helpless or sad. I will never dare to do what I want to do. Want to talk about the heart, who else in my side quietly listen.
