青春无以伴,寄梦追故乡

《Once》

Maybe we shall never see

that tearful sky turns yellowish.

Departure is our destiny.

Farewell, your childish face!

Pick up the palm leaves,

leave them on the green slate

Of which color has faded away.

That is fate,

so is our age.

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《旧日缅怀》

往事依稀惜往事,蹉跎岁月越蹉跎。

人在他乡乡人在,物是人非非无识。


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