岁月的感伤 Sentimental years 没有爱的天空,No love of the sky,
充满了爱的语言,Full language of love, 我们还没有富到沉醉于,We have not yet rich enough to indulge in,树下的月影, Makes the tree's moon,装进衣兜里,Fit in a pocket, 变成玫瑰花瓣。Becomes the rose petals. 曾经读过的书, Had read the book,在心里,in the heart,撕成一片又一片, Torn piece by piece,从粘贴不了的裂痕.Can not paste from the cracks以及厚重的地方, And the thick places, 在灯光熄灭前,Before the lights go out, 找到灵魂的另一面.。To find the other side of the soul. |
红枫叶Red Maple Leaf
无形中,Lmperceptibly,一种希翼藏进了夹缝里,A message of hope into the cracks in the reservoir,饱满的,却又被封住了。Full, but was sealed.滴水的漏斗也灌不进水,The funnel has not dripping irrigation water,是什么让它膨胀起来呢,What does it swell up,鼓噪的声音,还是坚定的信仰? Clamor of voices, or a firm belief? 它始终存在于,It is always present in,一个人的青春与陈腐之间,A person's youth and old, between,美好着自己,Better themselves,再容忍一份沉默,Tolerate a silent,直到爆发,Until the outbreak of, 那灿烂的一刻。That glorious moment. |