她説了許多我印象中沒有發生過的事。
看著她生動的描述著當時的我如何又如何，而我卻像是聽著別人的故事似的，我的記憶中沒有這一段，但又無法反駁她説的事不存在。原來，同一件事對某一個人來説微小到不足以放在心上，但對另一個人來説卻是深刻留在了心裡。
我不記得了。
二十幾歲時常下班一起玩樂的朋友們，都想不起他們的名字了。
我不記得了。
從什麼時候起原本無話不談的朋友變成點頭之交了。
我不記得了。
時間何時己走了這麼許多。
我不記得了。
何時自己已不再是一個小孩子了。
有時覺得能忘記許多事也是件好事；
有時懷疑記得過去的事是否具備意義；
但是，我好害怕再也認不出你。
She said a lot of things that I don't remember.
I saw her vividly depicted how I was at that time, but it just like listened to a story somebody else's. I didn't have this paragraph in my memory, but I couldn't refute the fact that what she said didn't exist. I finally realize one thing is a little thing for one person, but it is unforgettable for another.
I don't remember. Those friends who we often hang out together when we were the twenties. I can't recall their name.
I don't remember. Why we used to talk about anything to each other but now we talk nothing but hello.
I don't remember. Time has gone so much.
I don't remember. When is it no longer be a child?
Sometimes maybe it is a good thing to forget so many things. Sometimes I wonder whether it is meaningful to remember the past.
But I'm so afraid I can't recognize you anymore.
