Outside the long pavilion,
beside the ancient road,
the green grass reaches the sky
the evening wind blows the willow flute,
Outside the Sunset Mountain
The end of the sky,
The corner of the earth,
Half close friends are scattered
Life is a rare gathering,
There are only so many partings
Ask you when you will return after leaving,
Don’t linger when you come back
Sprinkle all the remaining joy in a pot of turbidity ,
Don’t dream cold tonight
We stand on this stage,
writing our past years.
We are recalling, recalling the rush of time.
I still remember that we were listening to the tinkling of the spring water together,
chasing the sweet wind together.
Running on the court together,
Sharing our respective treasures together in the sun.
However,
We have to grow up eventually,
Childhood always has to pass.
The sun in the distance is burning,
The flowers on the ground are blooming.
We want to move towards the hope of the future.
Perhaps,
We will be confused.
Maybe,
we will hesitate.
However,
the horn of growth has sounded,
the ideal in my heart is stirring!
Our hearts are flying freely in the sky of growth!
Goodbye, my childhood.
I left you in the season of blooming flowers.
When I recall you,
I believe that,
my childhood,
is a tearful smile when recalling!
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