Both

 

Both happy and sad whenever I answer her phonecall. Happy for that I get to talk to her. Sad for that it won't change a thing.

 

Both cheerful and sorrowful whenever I hang out with her.  Cheerful for that I get to be with her.  Sorrowful for that it still won't change a thing.

 

Both delighted and grieving whenever I see her smile at me.  Delighted for that the smile is still as stunningly beautiful as before.  Grieving for that the smile, still, won't change a thing.

 

Nothing would change the fact that our story has ended and has become an ancient history.  And no one, not even God, can turn back time.  (Doraemon... where are you...)

 

Told myself more than thousand times, I should move on.  And why?  I really should.  There's no reason staying behind.  Or is there?

 

我想, 我不僅僅失去妳...

 

More is lost.  Much much more.  Beyond yours and my own imagination.  And things will never be the same.  What's lost, will be lost forever.

 

Do not seek for hope, for hope, has forsaken us long before I realize.