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

所有的結(jié)局都已寫好

所有的淚水也都已啟程

卻忽然忘了是怎樣的一個(gè)開始

在那個(gè)古老的不再回來的夏日

無論我如何地去追索

年輕的你只如云影掠過

而你微笑的面容極淺極淡

逐漸隱沒在日落后的群嵐

遂翻開那發(fā)黃的扉頁

命運(yùn)將它裝訂得極為拙劣

含著淚 我一讀再讀

卻不得不承認(rèn)

青春是一本太倉(cāng)促的書