The flowers bloom in spring, the wind in autumn and the setting sun in winter
In my melancholic youth, I once thought this ignorantly
Time takes away the four seasons. I sing softly in the song
In the poems of romance, I grow up year by year
The story of running water taking away time changes a person
In that sentimental youth waiting for the first time
Yellowed photos of old letters and faded Christmas cards
I'm afraid you have long forgotten the song I wrote for you when I was young.
The past vows are like the colorful bookmarks in the textbook
How many beautiful poems are carved in it, but after all they are just a puff of smoke
The story of running water taking away time changed two people
In that youth that was sentimental and shed tears for the first time
The distant journey, yesterday's dream and the distant laughter
How far have we traveled to meet again?
You are no longer the familiar you, you have the old fever dreams
It's not the familiar me from the past, I still have the same smile
The story of running water taking away time has changed us
In that sentimental and first memory of youth
——"The Story of Time"
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