All finale has been written out
All tears have set forward
But I forgot suddenly how it began
In that old summer that never comes back again
No matter how I go for searching
You only pass by at a young age like a cloud shadow
A smiling face super pale and shallow
After sunset gradually faded behind a host of hills
Then to the yellow fly page I turn
Fate binds it up, utmost clumsy
Tears in my eyes,I read again and again
Having to admit that youth is a book so hastily written
青春
所有的結(jié)局都已寫(xiě)好
所有的淚水也都已啟程
卻忽然忘了是怎樣的一個(gè)開(kāi)始
在那個(gè)古老的不再回來(lái)的夏日
無(wú)論我如何地去追索
年輕的你只如云影掠過(guò)
而你微笑的面容極淺極淡
逐漸隱沒(méi)在日落后的群嵐
遂翻開(kāi)那發(fā)黃的扉頁(yè)
命運(yùn)將它裝訂得極為拙劣
含著淚 我一讀再讀
卻不得不承認(rèn)
青春是一本太倉(cāng)促的書(shū)