无言的痛 part1

如果有一天，我们偶然地在路上重逢了，而我告诉你：“现在的我很幸福。”那一定是我对你伪装的，如果只能与你重逢而不是共度一生，那又怎么会是幸福的呢？告诉你说我有多幸福，其实是为了在掩饰着我的心是有多么的痛......

The furthest distance in the world

Is not between life and death

But when I stand in front of you

Yet you don’t know that

I love you

The furthest distance in the world

Is not when i stand in font of you

Yet you can’t see my love

But when undoubtedly knowing the love from both

Yet cannot

Be togehter

The furthest distance in the world

Is not being apart while being in love

But when plainly can not resist the yearning

Yet pretending

You have never been in my heart

The furthest distance in the world

Is not But using one's indifferent heart

To dig an uncrossable river

For the one who loves you

送给远方的你......HY

分手后的我们，
不能成为对方的朋友，
因为彼此伤害过；
不能成为对方的敌人，
因为彼此相爱过；
所以我们只能变成最熟悉的陌生人......



曾经走路时想到你，曾经上课时想起你，曾经谈话时想起你，曾经打信息时想起你，曾经吃饭时想起你，曾经上网时想起你，曾经温书时想起你，曾经睡梦中想起你。曾几何时，我多么的想恨你，可是我做不到。曾几何时，我是多么想成为你的知己，可是还是做不到。难道我们之间就只能是擦肩而过，见面也不再打招呼的陌生人？？