为什么我们总是在失去后才懂得珍惜呢？

Why do we always after losing only know how to treasure?

为什么我们总是拼命伤害，然后再默默后悔呢？

Why do we always tried to hurt, then I regret?

为什么我们总是很少想到自己拥有的，而是想到我们所没有的呢？

Why do we always think little of their own, but think of what we have?

为什么越是得不到的东西我们就把它想的越美好呢？

Why more and more is not something we want it more beautiful?