The years are picturesque
The green years, the years without regrets
Free into a reflection of black and white
Once young Once once frivolous
The gorgeous images, graceful beautiful
The colorful years
The colorful years
Once light dance once flying
Time is like a song
The quiet lake has ripples of youth
Who touches the heartstrings, so crisp and melodious
The years are like a poem
The endless writing of wind, flowers, snow and moon, endless joys and sorrows
Who sang softly, so tactful
The sun will rise as usual tomorrow
Who will end the beauty, who will make a debut again
Life is like a play, play is like life
Who can absorb the west wind, who can stand the setting sun
Always accustomed to greet disappointment with silence
When the dew wet the sleepiness, a wisp of immortal sadness overflows from the roses
What will eventually pass away is our youth without regrets and the past
All the habit of greeting disappointment with silence
When the dew wet the sleepiness, a wisp of immortal sadness overflows from the roses
What will eventually pass away is our youth without regrets and the past
The road ahead is still vague, slim
I have been confused, and I have been confused
What remains unchanged after the wind and frost is still that innocence, that crazy
After the wind and rain, there will be a rainbow, a river of spring water is destined to flow eastward
Time is like mellow wine, and the fragrance lasts forever
I open my heart, wander in the photos of the years
Let your thoughts fly freely in the melodious songs
Calmly experience the purity in your heart That touching
Remaining the years
Years Monthly Stay true
