有些人一直没机会见，等有机会见了，却又犹豫了，相见不如不见。
有些事一直没机会做，等有机会了，却不想再做了。
有些话埋藏在心中好久，没机会说，等有机会说的时候，却说不出口了。
有些爱一直没机会爱，等有机会了，已经不爱了。
有些人很多机会相见的，却总找借口推脱，想见的时候已经没机会了。
有些话有很多机会说的，却想着以后再说，要说的时候，已经没机会了。
有些事有很多机会做的，却一天一天推迟，想做的时候却发现没机会了。
有些爱给了你很多机会，却不在意没在乎，想重视的时候已经没机会爱了。
人生有时候，总是很讽刺。
一转身可能就是一世。
说好永远的，不知怎么就散了。最后自己想来想去竟然也搞不清当初是什么原因分开彼此的。然后，你忽然醒悟，感情原来是这么脆弱的。经得起风雨，却经不起平凡；风雨同船，天晴便各自散了。也许只是赌气，也许只是因为小小的事。幻想着和好的甜蜜，或重逢时的拥抱，那个时候会是边流泪边捶打对方，还傻笑着。该是多美的画面。
没想到的是，一别竟是一辈子了。
于是，各有各的生活，各自爱着别的人。曾经相爱，现在已互不相干。
即使在同一个小小的城市，也不曾再相逢。
某一天某一刻，走在同一条街，也看不见对方。
先是感叹，后来是无奈。
也许你很幸福，因为找到另一个适合自己的人。
也许你不幸福，因为可能你这一生就只有那个人真正用心在你身上。
很久很久，没有对方的消息，也不再想起这个人，也是不想再想起。
译文:
Someone, Something, Some Words
Someone, we have no chance to meet, while we do, we hesitate, maybe not to meet is best for us.
Something, we have no chance to do, while we do, we just don't want to.
Some words in our heart, we have no chance to express, while we do, we just cannot.
Our love in our heart, we have no chance to express, while we do have the chance, love doesnot exist any longer.
Someone, we have chances to meet, but we find ourselves excuses to say no, while we want to meet, no chance any more.
Some words, we have chances to say, but we always consider to say them later, while we want to say, no chance any more.
Something, we have chances to do, but we always delay them day by day, while we want to do, no chance any more.
Facing others' love, we don't care about them, while we want them back, no chance any more.
Life is ironic sometimes.
When we turn around, life has totally changed.
We said we would be together forever, but no one knows how, we just part. We think it over and over but have no idea what separated us. Then we suddenly realize, how fragile love is. We went through stroms but not commonness; we were together facing the wind and rain, but separate when sun shines, maybe it was just a fit of pique, or something unimportant. Imagine the sweetness of reconciliation, and the hugs while seeing again, we will cry and pat each other with the sweetest smiles, how wonderful it will be.
But no one knows, when we say goodbye, we can never be together.
Then, we have our own life, own beloved ones. Even once we loved, we are just strangers.
Though we live in the same city, never can we meet.
One day, one moment, one street, we just pass by.
We sigh and we know we have no choice.
Maybe you are happy for finding the right one;
Maybe you are not for no one but that one loves you truly.
Time passes without your messages, i didnot think of you any more, and I will not do.