席慕蓉

All finale has been written out

All tears have set forward

But I forgot suddenly how it began

In that old summer that never comes back again

No matter how I go for searching

You only pass by at a young age like a cloud shadow

A smiling face super pale and shallow

After sunset gradually faded behind a host of hills

Then to the yellow fly page I turn

Fate binds it up utmost clumsy

Tears in my eyes I read again and again

Having to admit that

youth is a book so hastily written

所有的结局都已写好

所有的泪水也都已启程

却忽然忘了是怎样的一个开始

在那个古老的不再回来的夏日

无论我如何地去追索

年轻的你只如云影掠过

而你微笑的面容极浅极淡

逐渐隐没在日落后的群岚

遂翻开那发黄的扉页

命运将它装订得极为拙劣

含着泪 我一读再读

却不得不承认

青春是一本太仓促的书