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It was two years ago when I first met him. At that time, he was a roamer who had、 just come to this city, single and had no thought of settling down. I still remember that he used to describe himself as a lost child drifting in the world, seeking things to till his heart, he could never stop, for he would lose his way, then die in silence. 我第一次遇见他是两年前的事那时，他还是刚刚到这里的游民，单身，不愿安定。我还记得他曾经把自己说成是漂泊于城市的迷途羔羊，追寻一着能填满心灵的东西，他不能停下来，因为那样他会迷路，然后寂然死去. It was like a crystal, though, our relationship, beautiful. pure but fragile. Sometimes we just like old friends. talking and laughing. But I knew that, there is always a separate yvorld in which only he exists, and he never let other people in. 尽管我们的关系如同水.界{般美丽，纯洁却也同样脆弱有时我们就像老朋友一样，谈笑风生但是我知道，他有一个属于自己的独立世界，他从来不让其他人进入。 "True relationship takes work," I told myself time and time again. I could wait, wait for the day he let me in, and wait for the day we became true friends. For a while, I believed that, until his leaving. “真正的感情需要慢慢培养，”我一次又一次地告诉自己。我可以等待，等到有一天他让我走进他的内心，等到有一天我们成为真正的朋友。我一度这么相信，直到他离开。 | 
