我拥有一段记忆，似乎记忆也不是我的。
我拥有一段感情，似乎这段感情也不是我的。
我拥有一段回忆，深沉又悲哀，尴尬又冰冷
于是我在回忆中，时而温柔的凝望你，时而躲避你。
在人生的旅途上，我们经常遇到一些人，然后告别，这一次为什么会如此苦涩？
明明已经多年不见面，我却似乎每一天都在和你说再见？
I have a memory, but it seems that the memory doesn't really belong to me.
I have a feeling, but it seems that this feeling doesn't really belong to me.
I possess a memory, profound, sorrowful, awkward and icy - cold.
So I am in the memories, sometimes gazing at you gently and sometimes avoiding you.
On the journey of life, we often meet some people and then say goodbye. Why is this parting so bitter this time?
Although it has been many years since we last met, it seems that I say goodbye to you every single day?
