The painting screen of youth,
It is already a distant scenery.
I want to follow the ethereal spirit in the distant sky,
But I found that I was no longer young.
Piaoxu laments the withering away of spring
Dust also rises everywhere, turning into Tingting's mist.
Suddenly like a dream, at first glance half of this life,
All have commemorative back prints printed on them.
Quietly and pure, all curtains are sealed,
Only the voices in front of the stage are left.
One kind, one section, ten thousand hectares,
These are not the weights and measures of youth.
You don't understand, he doesn't understand, I don't understand,
Can all youthful fantasies come to an end?
Know how to go far away,
But I want to go along.
I just want to stop at this moment,
Feel the phantoms that time brings to youth.