Blow-off vision of the rain, so that you are left with a brilliant rainbow.Shuttle time in my fingers, without any regrets, open stemmed bloom ripples. Blunt rolling thick liquid eternal, but you and I, were dispersed in which period of Acacia leaves.
吹斷目光的雨，讓虹的光輝帶你離去。時光穿梭在我指間，無悔地綻放開朵朵漣漪。鈍厚的流質綿延永恒，而你我，被沖散在其中，相思無絕期。

Inexplicable always feel like the time within the next few precious memories will be stripped from me, more than once dreamed that his standing in a dark empty space, only one track at the foot stretch into thedistance, such as the long past your time and ultimately disappear In myfield of vision at the end.

總是會莫名地感到時間在抽絲剝繭般的將寶貴的回憶從我身上剝離，不止一次夢見自己站在一片空曠黑暗的空間里，腳下只有一條鐵軌伸向遠方，冗長如過往的光陰，最終消失在我的視野盡頭。

I am afraid to lose, I fear this time, and I love it but memories. I could not forget the sweat on the pitch with the sway of the brothers, forget accompany me cry close friend, and forget the bright Star of that everynight, and those words have touched me deeply.

我害怕失去，我對時間如此的恐懼，而我卻又那么的熱愛回憶。我忘不了球場上一起揮灑汗水的兄弟，忘不了陪我一起哭泣的知己，忘不了那一夜夜璀璨的星空，和那些令我感動至今的話語。

Those people, those things, such as bursts of light rain in the lake left ring Watermark four dispersed to each other to melt each other's impact; if the horizon is still experiencing Qianwanyinian quiet shining star, notvery bright, but clearly made . - They do not know how much to spend withme during the day bright and silent night.

那些人，那些事，如細雨在湖面留下的陣陣環型水紋四散開來彼此消融，彼此撞擊;如經歷千萬億年仍在天邊寂靜閃光的星，不甚明亮，卻又清晰無比。——它們陪我度過不知多少明媚的白天與沉默的夜。

In my memory, the third year is not gray, because I remember thoseblessings are not what love is bearing fruit, I still remember holding alot of my friends and I hope to see sunrise and sunset, finally it isyellow everywhere.

在我的記憶中，高三不是灰色的，因為我記得那些不被祝福的愛情是怎樣的開花結果，還記得我與朋友抱著一大堆的希望看日出日落，最后卻是黃花遍地。

Youth is the eye lotus spring, third year is that this eye expansion of bubbling spring season. I, however, a strong smell in the bubble years of the Problem taste. I do not exclude these, but too much pressure to do away much fun. Unfortunately, after the college entrance examination, even the pressure would become the memories, be my third year living memory of the dead evidence. In the time before we are so powerless, the only left on just the eye springs, and we have no regrets of the oath, I hope day after day, year after year, when I re-turn to this page , people still.

青春是眼忘憂泉，高三是這眼泉水膨脹冒泡的季節。而我卻在泡泡里嗅到了濃厚的習題的味道。我并不是排斥這些，但過大的壓力確實帶走了不多的樂趣。只可惜，高考過后，連壓力也會成為回憶，成為我緬懷逝去的高三生活的證據。在時間面前我們是如此的無力，唯一能留下的，就只是那眼泉水和我們曾經無悔的誓言，但愿日復一日，年復一年，當我重新翻到這一頁時，人心依舊。

I have seen one another chilling words: Some people say that once you start like the memories of those people will get old. I only admit mature, do not believe they have been growing old. My friends are growing up day by day, and was young and the mature, how can I not had time to grow on the outline of the first to hoary?

曾經看過一句另我毛骨悚然的話：有人說，一旦開始喜歡回憶，那人便老去了。我只承認自己的成熟，不相信自己已經老去。我的朋友們正在一天天地長大，成熟并且風華正茂著，我怎么可以沒來得及成長就率先蒼老了輪廓?

"Heaven Rain in green and so on, and I am waiting for you, the moonlight was recovered, the faint opened the outcome." Jay melancholy voice has been completely different from the business for the time Sentimental, Bard will be the years the pace of a camel inscribed into the blue and white porcelain in that respect.

“天青色等煙雨，而我在等你，月色被打撈起，暈開了結局。”杰倫憂郁的嗓音已經完全不同與剛出道時的青澀，吟游詩人般地將歲月的腳步鐫刻進那一尊青花瓷器。

Our future? Friends ah, I will time the other end, waiting for you.

我們的未來呢?朋友啊，我會在時間的另一頭，等你。