爱是空白记，我是笔，任你涂鸦着回忆。Love is a blank, I am a pen, let you graffiti the memory.
你那熟悉的模样已经深深烙印我心中。Your familiar face has been deeply imprinted in my heart.
余生没那么长 不用一味的付出，去惯得寸进尺的人 请忠于自己，愿你眼中总有光芒，愿你活成你想要的模样。
离开难道真的是解脱，难道真的要试过几次了以后才懂。Is it really liberation to leave? Do we really have to try several times before we understand it?
