It was two years ago when I first met him. At that time, he was a roamer who had、 just come to this city, single and had no thought of settling down. I still remember that he used to describe himself as a lost child drifting in the world, seeking things to till his heart, he could never stop, for he would lose his way, then die in silence.
我第一次遇见他是两年前的事那时，他还是刚刚到这里的游民，单身，不愿安定。我还记得他曾经把自己说成是漂泊于城市的迷途羔羊，追寻着能填满心灵的东西，他不能停下来，因为那样他会迷路，然后寂然死去.
It was like a crystal, though, our relationship, beautiful. pure but fragile. Sometimes we just like old friends. talking and laughing. But I knew that, there is always a separate world in which only he exists, and he never let other people in.
尽管我们的关系如同水晶般美丽，纯洁却也同样脆弱，有时我们就像老朋友一样，谈笑风生但是我知道，他有一个属于自己的独立世界，他从来不让其他人进入。
"True relationship takes work," I told myself time and time again. I could wait, wait for the day he let me in, and wait for the day we became true friends. For a while, I believed that, until his leaving.
“真正的感情需要慢慢培养，”我一次又一次地告诉自己。我可以等待，等到有一天他让我走进他的内心，等到有一天我们成为真正的朋友。我一度这么相信，直到他离开。
It was hidden and with an awful finality.Till then did I know that, I was a little part of his time on earth, a little understanding of his physical being. I was a little piece of him. Maybe to his drought-like heart, our relationship was just a drizzle, useless and disappointing.
悲惨的结局突然而至，直到那时我才明白，我终究只是他生命时光的一小段，对他有形之身仅有小小一解，也许对于他焦渴的心灵，我们的恋情只是一场毛毛雨，于事无补而且令人失望。
Time slid away from fingers while I was trying to get on with my lifc. I locked our memories in a box and put it at the bottom of my heart, pretending nobody had turned up in my life,nothing had happened.
当我努力地让生活继续下去时，时光从指缝间流过了。我把关于我们的记忆锁进一个匣子，把它埋在心底，假装没有人进人过我的生活，什么都没发生。
His appearing again split my peace again. Vivid memories came flooding back from the box deep in my heart. For a while, I was vaguely conscious, it was just like there hadn't being any distance, any separation between us, and his one-year left was just an alter of eyes.
他的再度出现又一次撕裂了我的平静，鲜活的记忆从心灵深处涌了出来，一时间我陷人了一种幻觉，仿佛我们之间不曾有任何距离，仿佛我们未曾分开过，她一年的离开不过是眨眼之间的。
When he told me that he had found the harbor for his wondering heart, I felt like drowning in a lake, cold and breathless. He kept talking but I could not hear a word. Perhaps nobody could be immune to such felony.
当他告诉我，他漂泊的心灵已经找到了港湾，我感到自己像掉进了寒冷的水里，令人窒息的冰湖。他不停地说着，但是我听不进一个字。也许，没有人经受得起这样的打击。
That night, he and his true love haunted my dream. They were flying far across the fields and woods, leaving me far behind. I ran and ran, but could not catch up. I was the one left behind.
那一夜，他和她的真爱萦绕我的梦中，他们飞过田野和树林，把我远远抛在身后。我跑啊跑啊，就是追不上他们，我是被剩下的那个。
At that time, I realized, even perfect love couldn't promise you forever, sometimes, forever means to let him go.
那时候.我意识到.即使是完美的爱情也不能保证天长地久，有时，永恒意味着放手。
