七月,未。我最后一次读完信,一个人踏上旅途,朝着你的方向。其实我们都知道,有些话说与不说都是寂寞,一如我们深知感情本身便是最为珍贵的事物,却还是在在乎这世间大得失。很多事情我们一生都不会去诉说,所以走了很远很远的路。大海,樱花,冬雪——当我走在漫长的旅途中,我想的是风景,没有想你。 July, no. The last time I read the letter, a man embarked on a journey in the direction of you. In fact, we all know that some words are not loneliness. As we know that emotion is the most precious thing in itself, we still care about the great gains and losses of this world. A lot of things we will not go to life to tell, so go a long way further. The sea, the cherry blossoms and the winter snow - when I walked the long journey, I thought about the scenery and did not miss you.