We're just a passer-by yibingding, in this world collective game.

 

　　那些刻在椅子背后的爱情，会不会像水泥上的花朵，开出没有风的，寂寞的森林。

 

　　Those engraved in the chair behind the love, will not like the cement on the flowers, out of no wind, lonely forest.

 

　　我曾给你最珍贵的告白，你却给我最痛的玩笑。