Saying Goodbye Is a Hard Thing

Yesterday I went to Dongguan to see R. I hadn't planned on doing anything, I just went. Not like our style. Normally we idle away time at home, waiting for someone to come up with a place everyone is willing to go. But that's also hard; people's laziness ferments when put together. Often in the end, the days when I go to see R or R comes to see me are all spent in bed.

Going out inexplicably like this is a kind of tacit understanding. Is this the first time we've seen each other for the sake of seeing each other, somewhere other than a bed?

We've been tormenting each other for two years, and still can't bear to let go. But I've gained some insight and become more relaxed. Since we can't forget, we might as well pretend.

If you truly forget someone How could you allow him to swing in your heart If you truly love someone The curses on your lips all become smoke of longing