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不留纪念

Rìjì tíng zài dì yī yè kòngbáizhe kāishǐ jiù yào jiéshùle
Gùshì gāi zěnme tíngxiē bù xiěle yěxǔ jiù bù tòngle
Shuí de xuǎnzé shuí zài tǎn tè míngmíng juédìng bù huì zàijiàn de
Shuí què qiáng rěnzhe shuí yòu zài lāchě zěnme hái bù shěde
Néng bùnéng jiùcǐ shuō zàijiàn wèishéme háishì huì xiǎngniàn
Yuánlái cuìruò de shì wǒ nǐ de cè liǎn hái zài huíyì li fúxiàn tōutōu cángzhe jìniàn
Rìjì zuìhòu de yī yè kòng bái liǎo jiéshù de xiàng kāishǐzhe
Hái xiǎng jǐn jǐn de wòzhe shīqùle shāngkǒu zǒng huì yùhé
Shuí de xuǎnzé shuí zài tǎn tè dōu shuō hǎo liǎo bù huì zàijiàn de
Shuí què qiáng rěnzhe shuí yòu zài lāchě zěnme hái bù shěde
Néng bùnéng jiùcǐ shuō zàijiàn wèishéme háishì huì xiǎngniàn
Yuánlái cuìruò de shì wǒ nǐ de cè liǎn hái zài huíyì li fúxiàn tōutōu cángzhe jìniàn
Néng bùnéng jiùcǐ shuō zàijiàn wèishéme háishì huì xiǎngniàn
Yuánlái cuìruò de shì wǒ nǐ de cè liǎn hái zài huíyì li fúxiàn tōutōu cángzhe jìniàn

No Souvenir

My diary ends on the first blank night, like it was starting to end
The story, how should it end? If it's not written, maybe it won't hurt
Whose choice was it, whose heart was stolen? Clearly, it was a decision that we wouldn't meet again
Who was strong, who was reluctant? How could we have not let go?
Can we just say goodbye? Why do I still think of you?
It turns out that the one who was weak was me. Your silhouette is still reflected in my memories, hiding a secret memorial
The last page of my diary is blank, a conclusion that began like a beginning
Thinking of lingering on and on, but I've stumbled and fallen. The wound will always ache
Whose choice was it, whose heart was stolen? We both said we wouldn't see each other again
Who was strong, who was reluctant? How could we have not let go?
Can we just say goodbye? Why do I still think of you?
It turns out that the one who was weak was me. Your silhouette is still reflected in my memories, hiding a secret memorial
Can we just say goodbye? Why do I still think of you?
It turns out that the one who was weak was me. Your silhouette is still reflected in my memories, hiding a secret memorial