Four years in college are so nostalgic. I write this article to commemorate the lost good times.
Time flies by in a hurry.
Before there is time to leave anything behind, the years have passed.
Even if I am sad and reluctant to give up, I am helpless.
Drifting alone in the boat of life.
Met a close friend, two jugs of wine, drinking from the bow of the boat.
I have to leave eventually.
Pipa, bamboo flute, late autumn.
Many times, we do things we don't want to do.
Back and forth, at the ferry of life.
Waiting for the next encounter.
Maybe my temples are white and my tears are in vain.
Getting acquainted is already a feast.
If we get to know each other again, we will have no regrets in our lives.
I may have met you many years ago.
But now we have forgotten each other's names.
The face is blurred, but there is just that kind feeling.
You cannot deceive your own heart.
I miss you, our meeting.
In the cold night, I always have a warm heart.
Afraid that I will forget your appearance,
Forgot our agreement.
What flows by is our years.
And we will forever miss it.