泛黄的纸张上 ，留下当初的印记，我们何尝不是一笑而过 。
只有不停的重新开始 ，才能看见你的流动 。
You and I am the protagonist in memory,
Different is that I am not in your desk, you are not a discussion in my heart.
The previous stage light is gorgeous, and it is a small happiness.
Each scene is our interpretation of love.
I don't know how many years, accidentally open the script of memory.
On the yellow paper, leaving the original mark, we are not smiling.
I have vowed to say that we will not be defeated by time, and now we have remembered how much.
The reincarnation of the flower blossoms, and more touch is like a flower.
maybe accidentally remember, it is just because a glass of wine.The anesthesia of the wine, let me have a tranquil lake.
Afterwards, they will remember the original happiness in their dreams.
I believe that you are passing, I believe you are the sand in the hourglass,
can only see your flow.
I believe in the end of the world, I believe you are a Qihua on the cape.
Only constantly trying to seek your beauty.
Maybe you don't know, I really want to pull into our distance,
But you turn it too fast, no extra time, let me pull you Hand.
This is going to be close, and our distance has become more farther.
Unfortunately, it's a late step, happiness is far from it.
Missing people who can't be together around,
thinking is no longer pain, but torture.
It is true that it is true that it is true,
Who can speak unforgettable flipping.Who can make memories into ashes.
The lights of the stage are off,
You are gone,
Everything is dark, what is left? . .
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