Irememberquiteclearlynowwhenthestoryhappened.Theautumnleaveswerefloatinginmeasuredowntotheground,recoveringthelake,whereweusedtoswimlikechildren,underthesunwastheretoshine.Thattimeweusedtobehappy.Well,Ithoughtwewere.Butthetruthwasthatyouhadbeenlongingtoleaveme,notdaringtotellme.Onthatpreciousnight,watchingthelake,vaguelyconscious,yousaid:"Ourstoryisending."

　　Therainwaskillingthelastdaysofsummer.Youhadbeenkillingmylastbreathoflove,sincealongtimeago.Istilldon’tthinkI’mgonnamakeitthroughanotherlovestory.Youtookitallawayfromme.AndthereIstand,IknewIwasgoingtobetheoneleftbehind.ButstillI’mwatchingthelake,vaguelyconscious,andIknowmylifeisending.

　　我仍清晰地记得故事发生的时候.秋叶翻飞,飘落一地.我们曾经孩子般戏水畅游过的小湖盖满落叶,在太阳下闪着光.那时我们幸福过.哦,我是这样认为的.可事实上你早就想离开我,只是不敢告诉我罢了.在那美丽的夜晚,眼望湖水,恍惚中听见你说：我们的故事已到尽头.

　　雨水扼杀着所剩无几的夏日,而你很久以来也在扼杀我奄奄一息的爱.我仍不认为自己会再去经历另一段爱情故事.你把一切都带走了.我只有悄然伫立,早已明白自己将会是那个被遗弃的人.而我依然凝望着湖水,恍惚中,生命正离我而去.