※ 引述《ts00288843 (大雄)》之铭言：
: 刚好今天也在想这段台词 想要借原PO的文再问一次
: 老太太说当他的容貌画面不再清晰不再那么容易想起他
: 那感觉就像是我又再一次失去了他
: 觉得那段台词真的很有感触
: 请问有没有那位版大记得那一部份的台词呢~?
Well, when I think of Illias, what I miss the most about him is the way
he used to lie down next to me at night. Sometimes his arm will stretch along
my chest and that I couldn't move mine. I even held my breath. But I felt safe,
complete. And I miss the way he was whistling, walking down the street.
And every time I do something I think of what he would say. "It's cold today,
wear a scarf." But lately, I've been forgetting little things. He's sort of
fading and I'm starting to forget him. And it's like, like losing him again.
So sometimes, I make myself remember every detail of his face:
the exact color of his eyes, his lips, his teeth, the texture of his skin,
his hair. But it was all gone by the time he went. And sometimes - not always
but sometimes, I can actually see him. It's as if the cloud moves away and
there he is, I could almost touch him. But then, the real world rushes in,
and he vanishes again.
For a while I did this every morning, when the sun was not too bright
outside, for the sun somehow makes him vanish. As he appears, and he
disappears, like sunrise or sunset or anything so effeminate.
It's just like our life, um? We appear, and we disappear. And we are so
important to some, but we are just passing through.