Write your name on the cigarette and breathe it into my lungs.
Stay closest to the centrifuge.
I write your name on the cigarette, and then breathe it into my lungs, the nearest place to my heart.
Tear off the tin foil. Twenty cigarettes in the cigarette case are arranged neatly.
Tear yourself apart. I miss you, but I can't arrange it neatly.
Light a cigarette. Ignite the thoughts in my heart. I have listed twenty reasons for missing you, but I can't find a reason for forgetting you. ...
I tore open the silver paper and saw twenty cigarettes arranged neatly.
I even tore myself apart, but I couldn't sort out my memory.
Light a cigarette, light a memory, 20 because I miss you, and none because I forget.
The first cigarette:
Swing out of my lungs.
I want it to go back to the day when I first met you.
Remember that important day. ...
The first one:
Smoke came out of my lungs.
I want it to fly back to the day when I first met you.
And remember it. ...
The second cigarette:
Burned out between my fingers ..
I can't take it anymore. Your first smile to me. ..
The second one:
It burned out between my fingers.
I can't keep your first smile on me. ...
The third cigarette:
If I am lonely, because I am thinking of you.
The third one:
If I feel lonely, it's because I miss you.
The fourth cigarette:
Because I lost a cigarette.
The fourth one:
Because I have been thinking about you since I smoked last time.
The fifth cigarette:
Mars is real.
And your sentence likes you.
But it can't be true in my ears.
The fifth one:
Sparks are real, but you will never say "love you".
The sixth cigarette:
I call you honey.
Do you still like listening?
The sixth one:
I still call you "honey", but do you still like to hear it?
The seventh cigarette:
I crushed it and threw it out of my sight.
Because the last time I smoked my seventh cigarette,
The first time I heard you say to me, "I'm angry."
Seventh:
I tore it up and threw it away from my eyes.
Because when I smoked for the seventh time, I heard you say "I am angry" for the first time.
The eighth cigarette:
Is it starting to stain my lungs?
Just like your cold eyes have been smoking in my heart.
Eighth:
Did you start to smoke my lungs, just like your cold eyes smoked my heart.
The ninth cigarette:
If nine stands for eternity.
Then I'll draw a big nine between you and my heart.
Is it possible for you to stay in my world longer and longer? ...
The ninth time:
If nine represents immortality, I will draw a huge nine between your heart and mine.
In this way, maybe I can have you in my world for longer. ...
The tenth cigarette
There is too much smoke around you.
Or are you blind?
The tenth time:
Is there too much smoke around me, or is my eyes blurred?
Eleventh cigarette:
Except you
Who will help me count? How many ashes are these? ...
Eleventh:
Who but you can count how many cigarettes I have smoked for me? ...
Twelfth cigarette:
When I showed up.
I want to ask you. Is the splashed Mars still like that?
But where are you?
Twelfth session:
When I turn it over, I want to ask you if these sparks are still the same.
But where are you?
Thirteenth cigarette:
I'm starting to feel cold.
What about you? Is it shaking like this?
But give me your temperature.
Until your palms are as cold as mine.
Thirteenth time:
I began to feel cold.
What about you? Are you trembling, but still want to give me your warmth,
Until your palms are as cold as mine.
Fourteenth cigarette:
It burned my cold.
I've never been so fragile as when you took my temperature.
Fourteenth time:
The cold hurts me.
It will never have the warmth and gentleness you gave me.
Fifteenth cigarette:
Thinking of you and even thinking of me will repeat the courage of one, two and three. ..
This little cigarette stayed.
Can I have three more sips?
The fifteenth time:
I remember when you miss me, you need to count to one, two, three.
Is the rest of this cigarette enough to smoke three more times?
Sixteenth cigarette:
If you write on these cigarettes,
When these words turned to ashes.
Am I on your chest?
Sixteenth time:
If you write down all these cigarettes, will I be on your chest when they turn to ashes?
Seventeen cigarettes:
Take my hand and put it in your pocket. Hold on tight. ...
The seventeenth time:
Put my hand in your pocket and hold it tightly. ...
Eighteenth cigarette:
If you find me missing at the next intersection,
Are you waiting for me or following in my footsteps?
Eighteenth time:
If you find me missing at the next intersection, will you wait for me or continue your journey?
The 19th cigarette:
You said you liked my eyes.
Do you know why it is wet?
Nineteenth time:
You said you love my eyes, so do you know why they get wet?
Twentieth cigarette:
You said you went. You believe that you can find your happiness.
Then how can you give me another kind of happiness?
You left. Can two kinds of happiness be linked?
The twentieth time:
You said you would go and you would find your happiness.
But how can you give me back my happiness?
Without you, can two kinds of happiness be linked?
When the last cigarette is finished.
Can I stop thinking about you?
When the last cigarette is finished, can I stop thinking about you?
I smoked more than these twenty cigarettes on the day I left.
I think your reasons are more than these twenty sparks.
But a pack of cigarettes. Only twenty.
I smoked 19. You're not around.
In the days without you, there are far more than these twenty cigarettes.
I miss you for the same reason.
But there are only twenty cigarettes in a box.
19 finished, and you are not with me.
Then have a cigarette. When the next pack of cigarettes is lit.
Do I still have reason to miss you?
Did I turn around? You will turn around with me. ..
So, in the next cigarette and box, do I still have reason to miss you?
So, if I turn around and leave, so will you. ...
Then we should believe that the earth is round.
So we'll bet our whole lives on the next reunion. ...
So we must believe that the earth is round.
So we must spend our whole lives gambling on a vague scene. ...
What do you like, what do you want,
What is lost and what is gained.
What we like, what we want, what we miss, and what we get. ...
I vaguely remember some things and people I liked before.
But only vaguely, I even forgot their general appearance,
I only remember that when I decided to like it, I had to engrave all the details in my heart! ! ! !
I still vaguely remember the people and things I liked before, but only vaguely.
I even forgot what they looked like. I only remember the moment when I began to like them. I decided to leave every detail in my heart! ! !
I
Put down your dignity.
Let go of pride
Let go of stubbornness
All because I can't let you go. ......
I have,
Give up my dignity, my pride, my stubbornness,
Just because I can't give up on you ....
Very tired ...