The Story of Time

Tranlated by Dawn

Spring flowers, autumn wind, and winter sunset;
Blue youth, naively I once thought when I was young.
Day by day in season circle's song the windmill was turning ;
Year by year in emotional poems I was growing up.
Flows carried the time's story away and changed one
Just in the sentimental but first-wating youth

Yellowed photos, old letters, and faded Xmas cards.
You might forget the songs written for you when I was young.
Past vows were like the colorful bookmarks in text books,
with so many beautiful peoms but disappeared like smoke afterall.
Flows carried the time's story away and changed two
Just in the sentimental but first-weeping youth

Far away journey, yesterday's dream, and the fading out laughing sound
How many roads we had walked down before we would see once more ?
No more the one with wild dreams I acquainted before;
Nor the one with changeless smiles you acquainted in old days.
Flows carried the time's story away and changed us
Just in the sentimental but first-recalling youth

Flows carried the time's story away and changed us
Just in the sentimental but first-recalling youth

Listen to the song