The mystery of youth
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An old wise morning
The bird's flowing with cloud wind
Strongly growing is the conscious grass
Drunk man is I'm still be
They take away my lover in my dream
Ⅱ
The road I've been fallen in love with
Stretch in where I've ever been
Facing me is the falling sun
It hurriedly stop its step
Sharing its light to me
A man who walk a long way
However the man out of this match
Ⅲ
So why we talk about the star
Give the ground its shade
Light the sky with dawn
We name the falling star the moon
We call the rising the sun
Ⅳ
Would the yesterday flower be fresh just like then
Would the tomorrow people be back to now
I love this island
Where the lonely trip without the lighthouse guiding
Where my boat start its voyage dreaming my dream
及时雨 译
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