Returning to the dormitory, with a pack of pride's cigarettes, the dark night, beyond songs, our sky, the cold rainy night, the glorious years, and the sound of the pen tip scratching the paper:
Farewell these years, I look back on these encounters as if they were just a blink of an eye.
Bring me joy, bring me happiness, which I never asked for.
I thought these were just luxurious dreams.
It was you who told me,
Happiness turns out to be so simple. Goodbye, you all.
Goodbye, if these can be called youth titles.
So, bye!
My youth, my love! ! !