Hey, someone, please don't forget about me.
Many times, you've said I do things without thinking. Truly, I admit it—I often do things that I immediately regret afterward, like not being able to resist sending you a QQ message, so I impulsively send you one, and then I regret it because I know no one will respond to me. How can I put it? Sometimes, I feel like you're an especially heartless person, especially toward me. Or maybe you're only heartless toward me.
Hey, someone, there are some things I haven't forgotten, but you say you have. It's fine; I know your memory isn't great. But hey, someone, you really can't forget about me. Really!
Hey, in the past, I always said you didn't understand my feelings, and you often said I didn't understand yours. When neither of us understood the other's feelings, we both chose silence. The truth is: you're not me, and I'm not you. Feelings aren't the same as telepathy—you can't fully understand another person unless you're them. We each know what we need best, but we stubbornly refuse to say it out loud, expecting the other person to guess our inner thoughts. That doesn't work. Unfortunately, I realized this too late.
Hey, it's pouring outside with thunder and lightning. Summer is like this—sudden downpours catch people off guard. I like summer, but I hate the rain. I wonder, why do some people like rainy days? Is it because they're romantic or because they're melancholic? Hmm... maybe everyone who likes the rain has their own reasons. Hey, someone, I dislike rainy days, but life can't be sunny all the time.
Hey, someone, I'm sorry!
Don't ask me why, because I can't even explain it. Reasons that can be spoken are just excuses; those that can't be expressed are the most genuine feelings inside.
Hey, someone... you really can't forget about me.
Sometimes, I just think: why did we meet, why did we part, and why can't we let go?
I'm not unhappy, but occasionally, I feel a little bit sad. Just occasionally. I'm kind of dumb; I can't figure out what you're thinking, and I can't express my feelings through words. Time is like a magician—it changes you and it changes me. At first, I didn't want to admit this, but as time went on, I increasingly realized the truth. It's because I couldn't withstand the test, because I failed...
We won't be friends! That was the harshest sentence. I just felt a strange current rushing out of my body. Do you know what that feels like? Actually, I don't even know why myself.