The same night whitening the same trees.

Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

My sight tries to find her as though to bring her closer.

读完，韦林泊抬，也想看看夜空的星星，可是沉甸甸的阻挡了他的视线。

郁的紫快要滴落下来。

My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.

韦林泊是极敬韦砚雪的，他们是父又是师徒。文绮晓得，儿只怨她。因为她甚至为了他学会冲浪，害他差溺

Another&039;s. She will be another&039;s. As she was before my kisses.

如果不是黎升记挂他，一日三餐都以汇报工作为由联系着他，韦林泊会怎样，还真不好说。小韩开了秋林峰的大门，黎升背着人冲医院的时候，他浑得像个火炉。

Her voice, her bright body. Her infinite eyes.

是了，他回想起前几天匠还问他要不要摘下来，都已经熟透了，他百忙之中回了句留着吧。

尖尖脸，像自己，鼻梁，像他爸。文绮这样抚着自己儿的脸。

I no longer love her, that&039;s certain, but how I loved her.

韦林泊伸手去，也不是想要摘那，只是想如果能伸手就够到什么一就好了。

韦林泊连日烧不退，韦母得知后当即飞到了A市。

In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.

匠提醒过他，说秋林峰地势不好，长来的不会太好吃。

自然，扭的瓜不甜。

明明看上去，手可及。

Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms

My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.

文绮已经很久没有这样仔细地瞧过自己的儿了，六年，整整六年他没有回过家，回国的第一年，每天十后才下班，第二年就去了A市，此后除了公事只有节才会回家。

夜里凉风渐渐起了，夏日里，秋林峰乘凉是极好的。熏香的烟被得四散，他这下才觉得好生疲惫，沉沉地，合上了。

Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer

已经，十二年了。

and these the last verses that I write for her.”

We, of that time, are no longer the same.

I no longer love her, that&039;s certain, but maybe I love her.