你

那天聊着，你说我很坚强。

我讶异。这么段日子，还能够如此坦然地畅谈。

你就是那么直白，心想什么就说什么、心想什么就做什么。总让周围的人觉得那么舒服。

脾气还是那么臭，看事情还是那么透。

直来直往，和你，无需计较输赢，不用猜测心意，所有有的没的细枝末节，你不会。

留下的就只有最单纯的, 最倾心的，passion and affection.

以为已经把所有相关都删除，没想到还是痕迹处处。

有时一首歌里看到你，有时一句话里想到你，有时一本书里藏着你。

处处都是你的痕迹。

Each relationship is a world, you said.

Perhaps in between arrivals and departures, the little world blossomed. Was once beautiful and always remembered.

“So the little prince tamed the fox. And when the hour of his departure drew near--

Ah," said the fox, "I shall cry."

It is your own fault," said the little prince. "I never wished you any sort of harm; but you wanted me to tame you . . ."

Yes, that is so," said the fox.

But now you are going to cry!" said the little prince.

Yes, that is so," said the fox.

Then it has done you no good at all!"

It has done me good," said the fox, "because of the color of the wheat fields.” 

― Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince

处处都是你的痕迹。