大多時候，我們或許不是在想念一個人，而是在想念那些逝去的時光。
Most of the time, we may not be missing a person, but the lost time.
如果有一天你長大了，不再愛十七歲的人，不再看著十七歲的故事。那麼，請你忘記我。
If one day you grow up, no longer love 17-year-old people, no longer look at the story of 17-year-old. Well, please forget me.
我曾經以為我是一隻鹿，孤獨，風吹雨打，踟躕前行。
I used to think I was a deer, lonely, windy and rainy, stumbling along.
每一種青春都會蒼老，只是，我希望回憶中的你，一切都好。
Every kind of youth will be old, but, I hope you in memory, everything is fine.
不管後來我遇到了多少人，你始終佔據著我心底最遙遠的位置，不會出現，也不會消失。
No matter how many people I met later, you always occupy the farthest place in my heart, will not appear, will not disappear.
世界上最悲哀的事情莫過於推你入地獄的人，也曾帶你去過天堂。
The saddest thing in the world is that the people who push you to hell have taken you to heaven.
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