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25 Lives

The very first time I remember you, you are blonde and don't love me back.

The next time you are brunette, and you do.

After a while I give up trying to guess if the color of your hair means anything. 

because even if you don't exist, I am always in love with you.

I remember most fondly those lifetimes where we get to grow up together,

when you share your secrets and sorrows and hiding places with me.

I love how you play along with my bad ideas,

before you grow up and realize they are bad ideas.

(And in our times together I have many bad ideas.)

When we meet as adults you're always much more discerning. I don't blame you.

Yet, always, you forgive me. 

As if you understand what's going on, and you're making up for

all the lifetimes in which one of us doesn't exist,

and the ones where we just, barely, never meet.

I hate those. I prefer the ones in which you kill me.

But when all's said and done, I'd surrender to you in other ways.

Even though each time, I know I'll see you again, I always wonder

is this the last time?

Is that really you?

And what if you're perfectly happy

without me?

Ah, but I don't blame you; I'll never burn as brilliantly as you.It's only fair

that I should be the one

to chase you across ten, twenty-five, a hundred lifetimes

until I find the one where you'll return to me.

之前在微博看盾铁版本的这个

实在是太喜欢

找了原本的版本

也很美

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