雖然我有一萬種想見你的理由，卻少了一種能見你的身份。
「不聯繫，是因為你的冷淡告訴我打擾到你了；
不主動，是因為根本打動不了你。
不打擾，是我愛你最後的方式。」

Give up a person who cares, how much disappointment you have to save to let go.
放棄一個在乎的人，得攢多少失望才捨得放手。

After you, I will never try to please anyone.
在你以後，我再也不會這樣去拚命討好任何一個人。

It is hard for me to feel like I am loved by you.
被你喜歡過，我很難覺得別人有那麼喜歡我。

But I do not think of you again, but occasionally think of the original self - Desperate self.
可是我已經不會再想起你，只是偶爾會想起當初那個奮不顧身的自己。

Put you down and let yourself go.
放下你，也放過自己。

I think I should go to embrace a lot of people in the future, but not as tight as you hold.
我想以後應該還會去擁抱許多人，但是都不會像抱你抱的那麼緊了。
No connection, no initiative, no interruption, this is the last way I love you.
不聯繫，不主動，不打擾，這是我愛你的最後方式。