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从你回眸那天开始

每一次我走近，总是那么悄悄地。
不敢使你讶异，让你发觉自己是幻影。
每一次我唤你，总是那么细细地。
不让寂寞听到，嘲笑我用温柔的声音。

每一次我离去，总是那么轻轻地。
不敢将你惊醒，让你发觉醒在我梦里。
每一次我等你，总是那么静静地。
不让光阴知道，安慰我用无言的嘘息。

一个一个想你的日子，砌成一栋孤单的房子。
我在上楼下楼开门关门，翻着抽屉，寻着你名字。
一个一个想你的日子，从你回眸而去那天开始。
我的日记写成诗，诗的背后寻到你名字。

想着你的感觉，有如雨的缠绵。
淋湿我的岁月，而我却依然不知不觉。
想着你的感觉，有如风的缱绻

吹乱我的日夜，吹也吹不走你的容颜。

From the Day You Looked Back

Every time I come closer, it's always so quietly.
Not daring to surprise you, to make you realize you're just an illusion.
Every time I call out to you, it's always so softly.
Not letting loneliness hear, mocking me with its gentle voice.

Every time I leave, it's always so lightly.
Not daring to wake you, to make you realize you're in my dreams.
Every time I await you, it's always so quietly.
Not letting time know, comforting me with its silent sighs.

One by one, the days I think of you, build a lonely house.
I go upstairs and downstairs, opening and closing doors, searching through drawers, looking for your name.
One by one, the days I think of you, starting from the day you looked back and left.
My diary becomes poetry, and in the poetry I find your name.

Thinking of you feels like the lingering rain.
Soaking my years, and yet I remain oblivious.
Thinking of you feels like the lingering wind.

Disrupting my days and nights, but unable to blow away your face.