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難查字

想說個 憶記模糊 離和合故事
戀愛了 心不見了 迷茫又詭異
總想不起 過往怎麼 瓦礫般碎裂
無心去愛 等於詐騙

從心去愛 怎會嫌煩 難捱亦歡樂
不怪你 想改變我 然而沒幫助
說到愛 那會心虧 箇中的意義
何解要一筆帶過？

愛有幾多筆 字字逐點減一筆
現實落差簡單化後 難道就能共你接吻
捨不得 舊事被勾銷一筆
若是認親 不必見面
容貌未曾被看真 能讓你我拉近？

短訊裡 講起聖誕 明明極淺白
竟看錯 喜歡怪誕 完全誤解吧
說對不起 變寸不起 要小心抉擇
仍不慣 繁簡化

愛有幾多筆 字字逐點減一筆
現實落差簡單化後 難道就能共你接吻
捨不得 舊事被勾銷一筆
若是認親 不必見面
容貌未曾被看真 能讓你我拉近？

多抑鬱 字字被一一傾側
道道伏筆種種秘密 留待別人任意索引
捨不得 漸漸被空虛充實
慢慢默許 不敢過問 寧願善忘自我軟禁
少一筆 舊事就此少一筆
若是被迫失憶結局 懷著舊時代氣氛
承受你每一吻

記住吧 記住吧
記住吧 每一劃

Hard to Look Up Characters

I want to tell a story, my memory is vague, of separation and unity.
I fell in love, my heart disappeared, I was lost and bewildered.
I can't remember the past, how it shattered like debris.
To love without heart is like cheating.

To love with your heart, how can you find it annoying? It’s both unbearable and joyful.
I don't blame you for wanting to change me, but it didn't help.
When you talk about love, I feel guilty; what does it mean?
Why do we need to gloss over it?

How many strokes does love have? Each character is reduced by one stroke.
After simplifying the gap between reality, can we kiss?
I can't bear to have the past erased with a stroke.
If we were to meet, we wouldn't have to see each other.
Our appearances have never been seen clearly; can this bring us closer?

In the text message, you mentioned Christmas; it was very clear.
I misread it as "liking weird things"; that was a complete misunderstanding, right?
Saying "I'm sorry" becomes "can't stand an inch"; you have to choose carefully.
I'm still not used to simplified characters.

How many strokes does love have? Each character is reduced by one stroke.
After simplifying the gap between reality, can we kiss?
I can't bear to have the past erased with a stroke.
If we were to meet, we wouldn't have to see each other.
Our appearances have never been seen clearly; can this bring us closer?

More and more depressed, each character is tilted one by one.
Every foreshadowing and secret is left for others to index at will.
I can't bear to be gradually filled with emptiness.
Slowly acquiescing, not daring to ask, I'd rather forget and imprison myself.
One less stroke, one less stroke from the past.
If forced amnesia is the ending, with an atmosphere of the old era,
I will endure every kiss from you.

Remember it, remember it,
Remember it, every stroke.