It turns out it's not too late.

Believe that sunny afternoon, you my memories of beautiful as the birth of a baby like pure, and the most regrettable, is the unintentional people do not remember what should be remembered, so, when the train started, has not said good-bye has not been able to, only along the parallel rails, look, there is your shadow.        The sunset of the rosy has not been eliminated, the darkness of the night will be raided, so that everything is not prepared we are too passive, too late to see your face, too much too late to let us so parallel to remove, just: one to the south, one to the north. But we believe that: the Earth is round, we will have a chance to see again, when asked a sentence: "Hey, you are here ah." At this time, I yearn for, that afternoon sunshine will still come to us, you will still see the wisps of light, and some, that silly you, silly me, and that silly smile