离开家已经八个月。在山沟里过这艰苦单一的生活。清过马桶，清过便池，砍树维护线路。开始成长，独立并且坚强。你写道。

离别之后，不相往来。流转的时光早已带走了我模糊的面目。过往的一切一并在此沉没。静默。我知道你的善忘，虽然那是身不由己。

是不是有些人一生都无法长久保存记忆？我坐在她对面唐突发问。

她眉毛微挑，回了一个是。之后冗长的学术解释只是在我耳边轻轻地绕了过去。后来在她的课上，我才真正地听了进去。

想来这一切无关情爱。只是年少时心中的一个结。年少自大轻狂，自以为一腔赤诚加几分聪慧便能善解人意。可笑的是点不开这郁结，却挽就了自己的心结。遂越结越解，越解越结。如今解铃还须系铃人，你的文字如素净的笑意，面目都打开了。

如果可以，这是最后一次，为你所写。用陌生的语言，将身心分离。

On the spring morning, I stroll on the street.

Cars whizzing past,

people coming and going,

I am overwhelmed by the hustle and bustle of the city.

You brush past me, in such a rush.

The world suddenly hushes into peace,

      like an empty bottle sinking into the sea.

Only the footsteps are echoing,

      like the fog of the morning among the silent trees.

 I stay and stand for a long while,

 until spring,

with your vanishing silhouette,

 fades away.

On the summer noon, I wander by the river.

Birds flying past,

the river running and meandering,

I am captivated by the broad and dun mountain-reflections.

You draw near me, in such quiet way,

But the wa