My favourite song at this exact set of moments is the slow version of 还是会寂寞, complete with violin and guitar sadness. A pal once said the song’s first line – 早已忘了想你的滋味是什么 – was a good description of my abidingly dumb (both in terms stupidity and muteness) daily keeping-in-my-mind of this girl.
I agreed then. Now that depth of feeling is beyond me. The other day, I realised that I am too lazy to be in love.