Forgetting is a merciless net in the flood of time. It does not ask whether it is plain, regardless of joys and sorrows, just silently bury the memory deep, let it melt quietly in the long river of years. When the flowers of missing fade, the time of meeting is gone, if you forget me, what kind of state will it be?
遗忘，是时间洪流中一张无情的网。它不问青红皂白，不论悲欢离合，只是默默地将记忆深埋，让它在岁月的长河中悄然融化。当思念的花朵凋零，相遇的时光消逝，如果你忘了我，那又会是怎样的一种境界？
Once, we were the most beautiful plastic flowers and real sunsets in each other's lives. Like fresh writing on a page, we weave together a lingering and beautiful picture. Every breath is accompanied by your temperature, every smile is rippled by you. In those years, our hearts are the same movement, singing the obsession and waiting for each other.
曾经，我们是彼此生命里最美的塑料花与真实日落。像书页上鲜活的字迹，我们交织出一幅幅缠绵而美丽的画面。每一个呼吸都和你的温度相伴，每一个微笑都因你而荡漾。那些年，我们的心是同一首乐章，唱响着对彼此的痴迷和守候。
However, it is often said that meeting is a miracle, and parting will be inevitable. When the years a little across our fingertips, when the initial heart was gently torn into pieces by time, we began to understand that the original love is not always picturesque, will fade color, become plain. Perhaps, we are just passers-by in each other's life, short staggered footprints, destined to go to a different sky.
然而，人们常说相聚是个奇迹，分别又将是必然。当岁月一点点穿越过我们的指尖，当那份初时的心动被时间轻轻撕成碎片，我们开始明白，原来爱情并非永远如诗如画，也会褪去色彩，变得平淡无奇。或许，我们只是彼此生命中的过客，短暂交错的足迹，注定要走向不同的天空。
Now, looking back, the years have become a silent loom. I am retrograde on the river of time, repainting your figure over and over again. Those once beautiful, is it illusion or real? If you forget me, will those buried memories come alive again?
如今，回首过往，岁月已成了一张无声的织布机。我在时光的河流上逆行，一遍又一遍地将你的身影重新描绘。那些曾经的美好，究竟是错觉还是真实？如果你忘了我，那些正在深埋的回忆会否再次焕发生机？
Perhaps forgetting is not entirely negative. When we are surrounded by the flood of time, by the trivial life polished, is the pain of separation more serious, or forgotten relief is better? When we erase each other's names from memory, when our stories become jokes in other people's mouths, can we re-choose our own happiness?
或许，遗忘并非全然的消极。当我们被时间的洪流裹挟，被琐碎的生活打磨，是分别的痛苦更甚，还是遗忘的释然更胜？当我们将彼此的名字从记忆中抹去，当我们的故事成为别人口中的笑谈，是否可以重新选择自己的幸福？
Forgetting is not forgetting. Forgetting is the denial of the past, and forgetting is the choice to believe in the future. If you forget me, let forgetting be our strength to face ourselves bravely. Perhaps, the reason for the separation is to give us a better way to meet each other, is to let us find ourselves again in the new time.
遗忘，并不是忘却。忘却是对过往的否定，而遗忘则是相信未来的选择。如果你忘了我，那就让遗忘成为我们勇敢面对自己的力量。或许，分开的原因是为了给我们更好的相见方式，是为了让我们在新的时光中重新找到自己。
One day, we will meet again. Maybe meet in the busy street, maybe meet again in an ordinary day. Time will strengthen us, make us more mature and understand each other's existence more deeply. At that time, it is no longer important to forget me, or forget you. Because forgetting is just a title page in life, and there are endless chapters waiting to be written between us.
总有一天，我们会重新相遇。也许在繁华的街头相遇，也许在某个平凡的日子里重逢。时间会将我们强大起来，让我们变得更加成熟，更加深刻地理解彼此的存在。那时，是忘了我，还是忘了你，都已经不再重要。因为，遗忘只是生命中的一个扉页，而我们之间的故事还有无尽的篇章等待着书写。
If you forget me, I hope you can live well. I know that the journey of life is so long, we will always meet all kinds of scenery and people. But no matter what, whether we meet again or not, I am still grateful to you for giving me that beautiful but brief encounter. Because it was during that time that I learned how to love, how to let go, how to forgive.
如果你忘了我，我希望你能过得好。我知道，人生的旅途是如此漫长，我们总是会遇见各种各样的风景和人物。但无论怎样，无论我们是否再次相遇，我依然感激你给予我那段美丽而短暂的相遇。因为，正是那段时光，让我学会了如何去爱，如何去放手，如何去宽容。
If you forget me, I will tell myself that it is not terrible. Because once had, is always better than not. Forgetting only makes us more courageous to face the future and meet new challenges and possibilities. If you forget me, then let us each run to their own sky, with the heart to find those who belong to our miracles.
如果你忘了我，我会告诉自己，这并不可怕。因为曾经拥有，总是比没有更美好。而遗忘，只是让我们更加勇敢地面对未来，迎接新的挑战和可能。如果你忘了我，那就让我们各自奔向属于自己的天空，用心灵去寻找那些属于我们的奇迹。
If you forget me, I only hope that you can find more light and hope behind the forgetting. Because forgetting is not the end, but the beginning of a new life.
如果你忘了我，只愿你能在忘却的背后找到更多的光明和希望。因为遗忘并不是终结，而是新生的开始。
