Luo Dayou The Story of Time
The flowers bloom in spring, the wind in autumn and the setting sun in winter
In my melancholic youth, I once thought this ignorantly
The windmill circulates day by day in the song of the four seasons.
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?
I am no longer the familiar person I used to be, but I still have the old fever dreams
It's not the familiar you from the past who still has the same smile
The story of running water taking away time has changed us
In that sentimental and first memory of youth
Text by Tao Zi
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