这是一首诗 叫MY YOUNG, MY SONG
It is always life. It is always journey.
总是人生,总是旅程,
It is too hurry to save the trace
总是行色匆匆留不住痕迹,
It is youth pass with a gale of spring wind
如果年华只随春风一阵,
I can not be reconciled to this
我多么不甘,
So I will write down the years.
于是我提笔.
The year will be eiapse.
岁月流逝,
Life will be old also.
生命亦将老去,
Although, the letter writting here is trifing.
写在这里的,虽然点滴,
But it's sweet memory forever.
却是永恒,美好与回忆.
But old fellow,
但是,老友,
why have not your message.
为什么没有你的踪迹?