The Story of Time
The Story of Time
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Spring blossoms, autumn winds and winter sunsets
In my melancholy youth I ever had such naive thoughts
Time took away songs that I sang lightly? in four seasons
In sentimental poetry I grew up from year to year
Like water flowing away the story of time changed a person
That was in that first wait of my sentimental youth.
The flowers bloom in spring, the wind in autumn and the wind in winter The setting sun
I once thought this ignorantly in my melancholy youth
Time takes away the four seasons, and I sing softly in the song
The wind, flowers, snow and moon In the poem, I grow up year by year
The story of flowing water taking away time changes a person
It is in that sentimental and waiting youth for the first time
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Yellowish photos, old letters and faded Christmas cards,
I am afraid you already forgot the song that I wrote for you in our youth?
Past promises ? were like colorful bookmarks in our textbooks
Engraved many beautiful poetry, but eventually they were smokes
Like water flowing away the story of time changed two people
That was in that first cry of our sentimental youth.
Yellowing photos, old letters and faded Christmas cards
I am afraid you have long forgotten the songs I wrote for you when I was young< /p>
The past vows are like the colorful bookmarks in the textbook
How many beautiful poems are carved in them, but they are just a puff of smoke after all
The story of flowing water taking away time Changed two people
In that sentimental youth that shed tears for the first time
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Far journeys, yesterday dreams and afar laughs
Before the reunion we went through how many journeys?
You are no more my familiar? friend who had enthusiastic dreams
Neither I who had the same smile as before
< p>Like water flowing away the story of time changed usThat was in that first memory of our sentimental youth.
The distant journey, yesterday’s dream and the distant laughter< /p>
How far have we traveled to meet again?
You are no longer the familiar person, you have the old fever dreams
It is not the familiar person anymore. I still have a smile
The story of running water taking away time has changed us
It was in that sentimental youth that I recalled for the first time