在長大的路上, On the way to grow, 孤獨(dú),成了她喜歡的風(fēng)景。 Solitary, was the place in her favour. 當(dāng)一些時(shí)光漸次遠(yuǎn)去, With time going by, 她倚著狹小的窗臺(tái), She leaned on the small windowsill, 靜靜地回憶著微風(fēng)細(xì)雨。 recalling the disappearing memories她想起那時(shí)光, She longs for good times in childhood, 在黃昏或黎明, At twilight or dawn, 坐在一地花瓣的梔子樹下, Sitting beneath the blossoming Gardenia tree, 摘一片嫩葉, With a tiny leaf, 吹一支溫暖卻不成曲的調(diào)子, She makes a lovely melody in tuneless, 流淌過每一處月曉風(fēng)清的地方…… Spreading her minds to anywhere…