你的记忆，残存着你我依昔的记忆;我的记忆，却填满了写你的日记。

 

Wandering in the edge of renunciation cannot, if not self-esteem from I won’t just go

 

徘徊在无法舍弃的边缘，如果不是自尊在作祟我不会就那么走。

 

I was the love, only interprets the supporting role of tragedy of that person