Those allowed to be squandered"s called youth, grasping the hands of those not strong, called memories, remorse is stolen moments ......
那些允許被揮霍的年代叫做青春，那些手裡抓不牢的叫做回憶，悔恨的是被偷走的時光……
Thief years of baptism notebook away, leaving only a piece of yellowed notes when hastily ran: old to come along.
小偷把歲月洗禮的筆記本帶走了，匆匆奔去時只留下了一張泛黃的便籤：老了一起走。
Who"s allowed to be squandered, and occasionally you will be piggybacked to the written Gonggongzhengzheng sticky font, new conveniences bars stacked too square. Then the skies are blue, circle footprints on the runway narrative once you my thoughts. School on the way, can not help but encounter deliberately mess up your hair, mouth up only for a moment.
Then you do not know the reality look, read a hint of a loss. No place to nostalgia, only the nostalgia of you. You put our feelings between watering, it will germinate, it will grow, know one day wither, and why? I"m sorry, because I am.
School bell echoed ears silence sunset reflected on my face, I looked around from time to time still standing in the hallway looking forward to your face. I changed you have changed, no longer a different past.
It is how long, you will not smile at me, and I will not cry, I fall when you will not be bullied by the outlet for me, I will silently in the hallway, quietly pretending to see you chic, from time to time to see you and other people laughing, can not help but heart accurate. After many years have you with me you have my companion, she accompany you through countless spring and autumn, she will take you as the only precious, she will snuggle in your arms and tell her that once truly loved.
Stolen moments is sad, gentle distressed during the winter warmth of the sun all rendered on vague outline, becomes part of the memory. Years later remember me? Still remember my name? Also find you can not find me ever.
Those allowed to be squandered"s called youth, grasping the hands of those not strong, called memories, remorse is stolen moments ......
那些允許被揮霍的年代叫做青春，那些手裡抓不牢的叫做回憶，悔恨的是被偷走的時光……
Thief years of baptism notebook away, leaving only a piece of yellowed notes when hastily ran: old to come along.
小偷把歲月洗禮的筆記本帶走了，匆匆奔去時只留下了一張泛黃的便籤：老了一起走。
Who"s allowed to be squandered, and occasionally you will be piggybacked to the written Gonggongzhengzheng sticky font, new conveniences bars stacked too square. Then the skies are blue, circle footprints on the runway narrative once you my thoughts. School on the way, can not help but encounter deliberately mess up your hair, mouth up only for a moment.
那些允許被揮霍的年代裡，偶爾會有你捎帶來的寫著工工整整字型的便利貼，嶄新的便利條疊得方方正正。那時天很藍，跑道上圈圈腳印敘述著曾經你我的心思。放學途中，不免遇到頭髮刻意弄亂的你，也只為了片刻嘴角上揚。
Then you do not know the reality look, read a hint of a loss. No place to nostalgia, only the nostalgia of you. You put our feelings between watering, it will germinate, it will grow, know one day wither, and why? I"m sorry, because I am.
那時你一臉不識人間煙火，讀懂了一絲茫然。沒有所留戀的地方，只有所留戀的你。你把我們間的感情澆灌，它會發芽，它會成長，知道有天枯萎了，為什麼？對不起，都是因為我。
School bell echoed ears silence sunset reflected on my face, I looked around from time to time still standing in the hallway looking forward to your face. I changed you have changed, no longer a different past.
下課鐘聲迴盪耳邊沉默夕陽倒映我臉，我依舊站在走廊四處張望不時盼著你的臉。我變了你變了，再也不同往日了。
It is how long, you will not smile at me, and I will not cry, I fall when you will not be bullied by the outlet for me, I will silently in the hallway, quietly pretending to see you chic, from time to time to see you and other people laughing, can not help but heart accurate. After many years have you with me you have my companion, she accompany you through countless spring and autumn, she will take you as the only precious, she will snuggle in your arms and tell her that once truly loved.
是過了多久，你不會對我笑了，不會為我哭了，我摔倒時被欺負時你不會替我出氣了，我還會默默的在走廊，靜靜地看你故作瀟灑，不時看見你和別人談笑風生，不免心頭不爽。多年後你有你的伴我有我的伴，她陪你走過無數春秋，她會把你當作唯一珍貴，她還會依偎在你懷裡講述她曾經所真心愛過的。
Stolen moments is sad, gentle distressed during the winter warmth of the sun all rendered on vague outline, becomes part of the memory. Years later remember me? Still remember my name? Also find you can not find me ever.