花样年华 1：End of Summer, Beginning of Solitude 夏季的结束，孤独的开始-南俊(2)

I crumpled up the piece of paper, put it in my pocket, and stood up. Dust rose when I pushed the desk. Before walking out of the room, I blew on the window and wrote three words. No farewell message would be enough to let the others know how I felt. At the same time, no farewell message was needed to make myself understood. “See you again.” It was a wish, rather than a promise.
我把那张纸揉成一团，放进口袋，站了起来。我推桌子时扬起了灰尘。走出房间之前，我对着窗户吹了一口气，写了三个字。没有一封告别信足以让其他人知道我的感受。与此同时，我不需要任何告别语来表达我的意思。“下次见”。这是一个愿望，而不是一个承诺。