On certain evenings, the sky remembers for me Some places feel warmer Even when no one’s there. Some names stay Without being said. Some habits — Like looking back — Refuse to fade Even when I walk away. I laughed a little too long today. Maybe it’s nothing. Maybe it’s everything That I didn’t say. 最甜的回忆，往往悄无声息地刺痛，留下的伤，只能独自慢慢愈合。