在浩瀚的宇宙中，一颗璀璨的星系，犹如一面镜子，映照着无尽的奥秘。这面镜子，便是我们所在的银河系。今天，就让我们揭开这神秘面纱的一角，探寻那些隐藏在星际之间的秘密。

而我们狂热的恋情，早随风飘散。

A conundrum of a city. Same scenes, same routes, and same destinies...

I held tight to the world, but rejected.

She has been patient, believing the best is worth the wait.

我们早就约定了，要以最慵懒的姿势，恍惚地面对这个世界。

Those out of sight, are they really not there? Those remembered, will they last forever?

If I had saved the effort, would the pain be less?

The sapling that bears our mark of love has grown into a big tree,

现实的残酷，幸福的易逝。

迷宫般的城市，让人习惯看相同的景物，走相同的路线，到相同的目的地...

Listen quietly, to the sound of your heart. Cheerful melodies may rise.

而惊心动魄的伟大爱情，通常不是等来的。

总希望在风雨欲来的时候，抱紧一些不想放弃的想法。

The love that rocks your soul is hardly the result of a long wait.

Who, at the peak of happiness, can remember the number of Cupid, or any of the fun days around.

Some simple, some profound, some gentle, some loud.

可以简单、可以深沉，可以抒情、可以喧闹...

刻下爱的见证的小树，已长成大树。

The little mark has become a scar.

她一直坚持宁缺毋滥，相信最好的值得耐心等待。

We just can‘t let go, when the storm is ahead.

小小的印记，变成巨大的伤痕。

偏偏最后掉下的红苹果，通常是酸的。

As we promised, to face the world drowsily in our most languid positions.

but our once fervent love is lost forever in the wind.

风起时，我听见整个森林的叹息……

The culmination of love is blindness.

如果一开始就松手，我的痛苦会不会少些?

在幸福的峰巅，谁还记得住爱神的电话号码，谁还记得住周围许多有趣的日子。

静静聆听内心世界的声音，常常有令人欢喜的旋律响起。

Cruelty of reality. Volatile happiness.

爱到极致，我已变得盲目。

Yet the last apple fallen from the tree is usually sour.

When the wind blows, we hear the sigh of the forest...

他们都习惯，抬头四十五度，仰望天际。

看不见的，是不是就等于不存在?记住的，是不是永远不会消失?