This time, she will leave,
Go far, far away.
Without a word,
Without a single act.
This time, she won't turn back,
She will not look back —
Never, never again.
This is fate,
Impartial to all.
This is simply fate.
So many chances given,
So many promises made —
All useless, like a sky lantern,
Nothing but ash in the end.
So do not seek her,
She will not reply.
Her heart aches, it bleeds,
And she hides.
Perhaps, many years later,
In a village nestled in high mountains,
You'll find a cottage, with a wisp of smoke
Drifting like a memory, like time itself.
You'll see an old woman, hair of grey,
Sitting by the door.
You'll call her name —
But she won't answer.
You've found her, your once dear friend,
Lost in sadness,she is mad,she is
Forever, forever away.
远方
这一次，她将远去，
去往很远，很远的远方。
没有只言片语，
不曾回望一眼。
这一次，她不会转身，
她不会回头——
再也不会，再也不会。
这就是命运，
对谁都一样。
这，就是命运。
那么多机会曾予，
那么多承诺曾许——
终究徒然，如天灯般燃尽，
最终只余灰烬。
所以别去寻找她，
她不会回应。
她的心在疼，在淌血，
而她，藏起了自己。
也许，许多年后，
在群山环抱的村落里，
你会看见一间小屋，一缕轻烟
袅袅如记忆，如时间本身。
你会看见一位老妇，白发苍苍，
独坐门边。
你呼唤她的名字——
她却不应答。
你找到了她，你曾经最亲的友人，
她早已迷失痛苦里，她已
永远，永远地远去。
