只要你还年轻，每个人都会在心底为逝去的青春留下一点柔软。在一定的沧桑间隙里，一缕莫名的愁云会突然从眼前掠过，一股无名的惆怅会在熟悉的风景前突然在心里升起。但是这些忧郁和忧郁并不意味着他们想和记得他们的人重聚。
As long as you are young, everyone will leave a little soft forthe lost youth in the bottom of his heart. In the interval of certainvicissitudes of life, a wisp of inexplicable melancholy cloud willsuddenly pass in front of the eyes, a nameless melancholy willsuddenly rise in the heart before the familiar scenery. But all thisgloom and gloom doesn mean they want to be reunited with someonewho remembers them.
当我们蓦然回首，他们就在那里，用他们依然年轻的眉毛镌刻着我们的青春，而我们依然年轻的眉毛也将永远镌刻在他们的青春里。
When we suddenly look back, they are there, with their still youngeyebrows engraved with our youth, and we still young eyebrows willalways be engraved in their youth.
青春就像一粒种子，一直逍遥自在，从此可能会失去萌芽的活力。人生只给人一次青春。我选择追求，去追求人生的梦想，去释放人生的色彩。
Youth is like a seed, has been free and easy, from now on May losethe vitality of germination. Life only gives one youth. I choose topursue, to pursue the dream of life, to release the color of life.
青春是岁月故意留下的伤口，慢慢愈合，却留下清晰的疤痕。它是如此令人难忘，它不会让我们无法呼吸，但它让我们一路上莫名其妙地感受到浅浅的痛苦。那种痛苦是无声的、明亮的、悲伤的和无尽的...
Youth is a wound intentionally left by years, slowly healing, butleaving a clear scar. Its so memorable, it doesn take our breathaway, but it makes us feel inexplicably shallow pain along the way.That pain is silent, bright, sad and endless...
青春是那么美好，像一缕明媚的阳光，温暖地照耀在我的胸前；曾经，青春是那么美好，像一阵淡淡的微风，卷走了世间的苍凉与哀愁。江南，山暖水柔，有着我们永远不会忘记的青春面孔，那些青春的面孔可能就是我们自己的；也许是别人的。我在烟雨中感到忧郁。
Youth is so beautiful, like a ray of sunshine, warm shining on mychest; Once, youth is so beautiful, like a light breeze, swept awaythe world of desolation and sorrow. Jiangnan, warm mountains and softwater, with youthful faces that we will never forget, those youthfulfaces may be our own; Maybe it belongs to someone else. I feel bluein the misty rain.
大叶紫薇花开，留下一段孤独的时光，似乎是一种无声的怀念，却是一望无际的荒原；花开花落，这似乎是记忆中孤独的时光。时间一去不复返，青春是一种浅浅的痛。记忆中，带着一丝悲伤，我轻轻呼吸，呼吸...
Crape myrtle blooms, leaving a lonely time, seems to be a silentmiss, but it is an endless wasteland; Flowers bloom and fall, and itseems like a lonely time in memory. Time gone never to return, youthis a shallow pain. Memory, with a trace of sadness, I gently breathe,breathe...
