你/我的香味,
對我/你只是曇花一現。因為它何其短暫,
所以增加了其寶貴不已的身價,
更美化與加深了我們對彼此的幻覺,
即便是錯身而過的瞬間,
都能在心中被放大且慢動作定格化;
跟自己說,
那是你的味道,
是你。
我是小狗尋找食物般地記住這味道。
I ain’t the last and I ain’t the first,
I’m one of them in between, the possible 23rd.
The whole idea of trying to have you terrified me.
Knowing someone means to risk the chance of losing someone.
It seems to me is just impossible.
The more I know about you, the more discouraged I am.
I don't know where to continue this, it's out of my realm.
I can’t really take this, tho the truth is I know is that I possibly "can".
But I don't wanna count on chances since that often leads to something in vain.
Let’s stop when there’s a chance
, and while we can.
Let me.