那一个午后，阳光明媚，晴空万里，在站牌下等着一路公交，心中不知想些什么。车终于驶来，我上车看到的是你伸出的手，我知道你一定是等着收零钱的，你的乌黑发遮住了脸和眼。我向后走去，坐到最终一排，默默看着你的身影多想你一个转身能看到我。我想我们的眼光交流时会是此生最难忘的情节，但那一刻没有出现。你也向后走来，只能坐到我的旁边，然后眼睛看着窗外，而我却一直看着你。我拿出手机想给你拍张照片，可是你始终用发挡住了我。
我不知道那一刻心里到底在想什么，我能感觉到自己的心跳很厉害，我很想和你搭个话可是那一刻真的无言。我本认为自己擅长搭讪，却只能望着你远去消逝，不甘心真的不甘心哪怕问到你的一个电话也好。原本应该下车了可是不舍对你，你下车我也跟着下车，你在前面我在前面，你不时的转头看一看，我几乎笑出声来笑自己走那么长的一段路不是走累了，是心累了。
我转身想彼此只是萍水重逢就这样已往了吧站在原地望着你的背影原来越远直到成为一个斑点我的心那刻好失落好失落就这样算了吗？真的就这样了吗？自己觉得说说个话留个电话就算以后不会发生什么I think also won’t have any regrets.
于是打车一直向前走终于看到您就在您的前方等待您走过来您也看到了然后在那里停了一瞬间I thought you must be thinking if this guy is a little crazy. You still walked past me, so close yet so far, like two parallel lines without intersecting. My heart felt really bad.
Finally I had the courage to chase after you and talk to you at that location in that scene at that time without disappointing me. I was so happy to leave my phone number with you and we exchanged messages on the phone, feeling so beautiful, so beautiful.
The sun remained bright and clear, the sky remained vast as before. I couldn't bear to leave anymore. After adding you online, we talked a lot but it seemed like you were just being polite to me. I'm not saying I don't love or care; I just didn't want myself to get hurt again.
Love is what? Love is what? Love is what? Really don't understand...
