至此,我与他的回忆只能到这里。不知是否是如他所愿,也顾不得自己多么不情愿。有时,觉得看到他就好,但这样的机会一次也没有。他的个子长得多高了,模样又有什么变化,我无从得知;而我对于他,也像人生的过客一样,不知他是否会回想我,假若以后真的遇见是否还能认得出我。 At this point, I can only come here with his memories. I do not know whether it is as he wishes, but also refused to take their own reluctantly. Sometimes, I feel good to see him, but once in a while. I have no way of knowing how much he grows up, what changes he looks like, and I know him as well as a traveler in life, wondering if he will think back to me or not, if he still meets me later to recognize me .