我想說的是...
我能體會人類最難體會到的渺小和無助
那就好像你的心窩被人狠狠刺了一針
無論你怎麼換髮型..或是去健身房鍛鍊
..還是和好友一起喝香檳暢談
每晚上床後還是會重複每一個細節
問自己那裡做的不對,還是自己誤會了什麼
怎麼可能會有那麼一秒以為自己是幸福的
有時還確信他會清醒過來,出現在我的面前.
經歷了那些付出後..不管付出了多少..
你去了新的地方,遇見了會珍惜自己的人
還能找回靈魂失落的碎片
過往一切的小細節..那幾年被忽視的日子..
最終會慢慢淡去.

What i trying to say is...
i understand feeling as small and as insignificant as humanly possible.
How it can actually ache in places that you didn’t know you had inside you.
It doesn’t matter how many new haircuts you get...or gyms you join...
or how many glasses of chardonnay you drink with girlfriends.
You still go to bed every night going over every detail...
and wonder what you did wrong or how you could have misunderstood.
And how in the hell for that breif moment...
you could think that you were that happy?
And sometimes you can even convince yourself that he’ll see the light
and show up at your door.
And after all that, however long "all that" may be
you’ll go somewhere new.
And you’ll meet people who make you feel won’thwhile again.
And little pieces of your soul will finally come back.
And all that fuzzy stuff...
those years of your life that you wasted..
that will eventually begin to fade.