那时候，被爱着的她，连撑伞的样子都像捧着一束玫瑰花。

At that time, she was loved, even holding an umbrella like holding a bunch of roses.

后来，发朋友圈，我也会设置可见与不可见，一些事情，并不能分享给所有人，同样，也有一些事情，只想分享给特定的人。

Later, in the circle of friends, I also set the visible and invisible. Some things can't be shared with everyone. Similarly, there are some things that I just want to share with specific people.

我也以为我很快能走出来，但现在闭上眼睛还是会想到我和你初次对视在彼此眼睛里看到的那种光芒。

太久远了吗，是久远，但于我来说还是真切，真切到我不想放手，指着那点光来照亮接下来的日子。

一切火焰都会熄灭，但我还是想留住燃烧的那一刻。

I thought I would come out soon, but now I close my eyes and think of the light you and I saw in each other's eyes for the first time.

Is it too long? It's long, but it's true to me. I don't want to let go and point to the light to light up the next day.

All the flames will be extinguished, but I still want to keep the burning moment.

人们忍住思念，以为那是赢了。

People held back their thoughts and thought it was a win.

我只是隐隐约约地感觉到，许多事情在水面下悄悄酝酿。但即便如此，我却故意装作什么都不知道。直到我真的搞清楚的时候，我的人生已经往后翻了好几页，再也无法回头挽救什么。

I just vaguely feel that many things are brewing under the water. But even so, I pretended I didn't know anything. By the time I really understood, my life had turned back several pages, and I couldn't go back to save anything.

思念这玩意儿太邪乎了，明明是自己的心自己的大脑，却不受自己控制。愈抑愈烈，就像一壶不起眼的醇酒，以为没事儿，最后却又哭着说我扛不住了。

Missing is too evil. It is clearly my heart and my brain, but I am not controlled by myself. The more restrained, more and more intense, just like a pot of humble wine, thought it was ok, but finally cried and said that I couldn't carry it.

那天晚上，我向窗外望了两个小时，一首歌循环了二十多遍，把我们的曾经回想了一遍又一遍，突然就大哭起来。

That night, I looked out of the window for two hours, a song cycle more than 20 times, we have recalled again and again, suddenly burst into tears.

拼命追忆，就像用筛子去盛水，一着急，注意力集中不起来，思想的线索要打成结又松散了，隐约还有些事实的影子。

就好像在热闹地方等人，瞥眼人堆里像是他，走上去找，又不见了。

Trying hard to recall is just like putting a sieve to hold water. When you are worried, you can't concentrate. The clue of thought will be knotted and loose, and there are still some shadows of facts.

But it is like waiting for someone in a busy place to look for him in the crowd and go up to look for him, but he is gone again.

有时候想起你，还是悲从心中来。无关爱不爱，就只是一声叹息，重头来过也还是会如此，没后悔也没回头路。

Sometimes think of you, or sad from the heart. It has nothing to do with love or not. It's just a sigh. It's still the same when you've been over again. There's no regret and no turning back.

【图源：Ziqianqian】