笨小说

我们的开始，是很长的小说，
编辑了两年，我日记都还写着。
你背后的流星，已经消逝了多久？
望着你，忘了忘记你。
网络的世界，我们聊了多久？
清除了聊天记录，只剩照片上的签名，
记录着你的存在。
如果再重来，会不会稍显狼狈？
爱是不是，不开口才珍贵？

再给你两个月，让我把记忆都忘了，
别停止跟女孩儿约会，她妆都画了，
叫我怎么不记得？
记得我叫你忘了吧！记得我叫你忘了吧?
我会哭，是因为我在乎。

Our beginning is a very long novel,

Edited for two years, and it still keeps writing in my diary.

Meteor behind you has gone long.

Look at you, forget to forget you.

Via visual social media, and we talked long.
Cleared the chats, only the signatures on the left photos,
record you exist before.

If we start it all over again, will it looked embarrassing?

Love is it, precious when it is not revealed?

Give you two more months, let me forget all of the memories,

Do not stop to date with the girls, they had done their makeups,

How can I not remember that?

I remember I told you to forget it! I remember I told you just forget it?

I cry because I care.