大多时候，我们或许不是在想念一个人，而是在想念那些逝去的时光。
Most of the time, we may not be missing a person, but the lost time.
如果有一天你长大了，不再爱十七岁的人，不再看着十七岁的故事。那么，请你忘记我。
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.
我曾经以为我是一只鹿，孤独，风吹雨打，踟蹰前行。
I used to think I was a deer, lonely, windy and rainy, stumbling along.
每一种青春都会苍老，只是，我希望回忆中的你，一切都好。
Every kind of youth will be old, but, I hope you in memory, everything is fine.
不管后来我遇到了多少人，你始终占据着我心底最遥远的位置，不会出现，也不会消失。
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过于推你入地狱的人，也曾带你去过天堂。
The saddest thing in the world is that the people who push you to hell have taken you to heaven.