迷宮般的城市，讓人習慣看相同的景物，走相同的路線，到相同的目的地...

　　A conundrum of a city. Same scenes, same routes, and same destinies...


我們早就約定了，要以最慵懶的姿勢，恍惚地面對這個世界。

　　As we promised, to face the world drowsily in our most languid positions.

我在空寂的世界趕路，并不斷地提醒自己，就快到了，就快到了……

　　Hurrying in the world of emptiness, I keep reminding myself "I'm almost there"...


　　愛到極致，我已變得盲目。

在幸福的峰巔，誰還記得住愛神的電話號碼，誰還記得住周圍許多有趣的日子。

　　The culmination of love is blindness.

Who, at the peak of happiness, can remember the number of Cupid, or any of the fun days around.

刻下愛的見證的小樹，已長成大樹。

而我們狂熱的戀情，早隨風飄散。

小小的印記，變成巨大的傷痕。

風起時，我聽見整個森林的嘆息……

　　The sapling that bears our mark of love has grown into a big tree,

but our once fervent love is lost forever in the wind.

The little mark has become a scar.

When the wind blows, we hear the sigh of the forest...


現(xiàn)實的殘酷，幸福的易逝。

看不見的，是不是就等于不存在？記住的，是不是永遠不會消失？

　　Cruelty of reality. Volatile happiness.

Those out of sight, are they really not there? Those remembered, will they last forever?