No matter if it is the way I was destined to get to know you, and no matter the distance of time, just the thought of you brings sadness, pangs of hurting, and regret, back to me, I think of you now, and time and again I cannot help but just find myself drowning in all the love and hatred of you.

When you are thus rushing through back to me, I got this fear, fear of crawling back to the me of yesterday, cos of love? Cos of what? I am so unhappy now, I know if you were here now, you would comfort me so, and treat me not so nasty, during those moments I, I know you too, share the meaning of eternity.

Remember the so-called poetic things I said, the text messagings I sent to you all those nights? They were from the bottom of a boy’s heart, pure as of the spring and also of that of the lonesome floating cloud in the sky.

It is, as a matter of fact, that I have been thinking for a long time, when I am working to earn my living, when I am walking my empty street, when I am wasting every minute of my life’s time, I cannot control this, so, I wanna write down the words as they flow, as they flow within eternally in my mind, and as they flow in vain eternally to nobody else but you, hopefully, will receive these symbols of the suffering Ray who lived once in your life.

I am not a lucky person, if I were, I would be the one faltering in his walks and growing sleepy in his eyes and murmuring in his words, yet taking the hands of a premature girl rosy in her cheeks and suppy in her knees. Ain’t that lucky to have nothing better to do but to waste money on anything luxurious with an endless stream of girls around.

Yep, you said you wanted to marry a rich guy. Do you want me not to be rich? I am the one in a million poor to fxxking of his ass, is that why you chose not me? Poor are the men who have to stitch the cents on their bellies worrying whether there is still a tomorrow when they dreamily believe that there is a true love waiting for ‘em. But poor is me, who sheds down tears for you, cos I had loved.

My …, you don’t have to say it, I would work my ass-up to build on a beautiful tomorrow. And you had loved me, why you said this to me?

I’ve reached here, and I got this headache splitting, headache splitting cos I think too much, headache splitting cos all did not come out right, and cos my head has been stuffed with too many things sad about you.

Your last letter to me, I have not read, I did not have the courage to read it, and so I deleted your letter, your email address, your phone number, I am deprived of all connection to you.

The first time I presented myself before your eyes, do you remember, did you believe then that I would be the one staying for eternally in your life, and you in mine?

もう努力したいでも、でも、僕らはそのままいられるのだろうか。

My thoughts are disturbed, time and again, I hope one day you will read this letter.

荔枝味，荔是李，味是伟，还有枝，你知道的