张爱玲经典语录：穿越物品间的时空隧道，回忆那些刻在椅子背后的爱情。如同水泥上的花朵，在没有风的森林中寂寞绽放。记得我曾用心记住生命中每一个人，但你只笑一次，我就能高兴好几天；你哭一次，我就难过了好几年。你给我一滴眼泪，我就看到了你心中全部的海洋。但是，有些事情还没讲完那就算了吧。每个人都是一个国王，在自己的世界里纵横跋扈，你不要听我的，但你也不要让我听你的。

我忘了哪年哪月的哪一日，我在哪面墙上刻下了一张脸，一张微笑着，忧伤着，凝望我的脸，我们微笑着说，我们停留在时光的原处，其实早已被洪流无声地卷走。我知道我不是一个很好的记录者，但我比任何人都喜欢回首自己来时的路。我不住地回首，伫足，却不能阻止时间飞逝。

那些曾经以为念念不忘的事情，就在我们念念不忘的过程里，被我们遗忘了。甚至连我们的快乐，都像是贪玩的小孩，游荡到天光，却又，不肯回来。你永远也看不到我最寂寞时候的样子，因为只有你不在我身边的时候，我才最寂寞。

有些人会一直刻在记忆里的，即使忘记了他的声音，忘记了他的笑容，忘记了他的脸，但是每当想起他时那种感受，是永远都不会改变的。他们说你的笑容，又漂亮又落拓。我生命里的温暖，就那么多，我全部给了你，但是你离开了我，你叫我以后怎么再对别人笑。

凡世喧嚣和明亮，如同清亮溪涧，在风里，在我眼前汨汨而过，使得原本费尽心机想要忘记的事情真的就这么被遗忘。在这个忧伤而明媚三月，我从单薄青春里打马而过，从紫堇木棉穿过，从悲喜无常穿越。而且，每个人都是一个国王，在自己的世界里纵横跋扈，你不要听我的，但你也不要让我听你的。

总有一天I will from you silently walk away, without any sound. I missed a lot, I am always alone sad. You are forever in the past and I am standing still in the present. Even though we are not together anymore, we can still be like we were when we were together.

I just smile at you and close my eyes, you won't get lost. If there is a day that we don't talk to each other again, let's pretend to be like this when we are talking too. We should never forget where our love started and how it grew up until now.

But then again maybe those things that got left unsaid should just remain so. Every person is a king in their own world of power and control; nobody has to listen to me but neither do I have to listen to them.

I forgot which year or month or day it was that I etched out a face on some wall - one smiling sadly gazing at me - as if time had stopped for us; yet it was swept away by the silent tide long ago.

Some people will stay etched in memory even after forgetting their voice, smile or face; but whenever they come back into mind, that feeling remains unchanged forever. Those who used to say they would never part ways with us have already scattered across the horizon.

The song-like space formed by laughter protects your appearance unchanged through seasons of hate and longing unendingly echoing within hearts ever-present yet invisible ones waiting for recognition while watching countless crowds pass me by from my corner of solitude- an eternal melancholy symphony playing behind every fleeting glance between strangers

The city doesn't tell stories of grass growing wild with birds singing instead living only reality fast-paced drums quick footsteps numb eyes false smiles virtual joy amid these ordinary days slowly being assimilated into its rhythm

Time hasn't taught me anything except not trust myths easily because eventually everything becomes unfamiliar even what once felt most personal turns distant memories fading away

In this desolate city devoid of greenery blooming flowers songs drifting on windless air leaving only footprints devoid of heartbeats silence embracing all life's moments making death seem more certain than birth Yet amidst such bleakness lies hope: perhaps change begins with small steps taken towards acceptance embracing impermanence understanding loss knowing growth occurs through suffering becoming stronger learning from failure finding solace within self-discovery realizing happiness isn’t found outside ourselves