在童年时光里 珍藏着一句说不完的话语 一段糊涂的感情 反复地来反复地去 是我自己甘愿选择等待 坚信到约定季节你一定会来 时间是治伤的良药 走过不长不短的途道 成熟季节来得悄悄 然而那句击说完的话语 与眼前的你 隔上一道厚障壁 我终于在阴拦不及的热泪中明白 此刻之后 你 In my childhood, there was an inexhaustible phrase, a confused feeling, and repeated visits. I was willing to wait until I was convinced that by the appointed season, you would definitely come to the time. It was a good medicine for healing. It was a long way to go. The road is quietly coming in the mature season, but the sentence that has been hit and the thick gap at the front of you, I finally realize that after the moment you can’t catch the tears.