“谁在用琵琶弹奏一曲《东风破》,岁月在墙角剥落看见小时候,犹记得那年我们都还很年幼,而如今琴声幽幽我的等候你没听见……” 岁月,就真的一去不再回头。 年少的寂寞与烦恼如影子般来回不停地穿梭在我本是平静的生活中,它们似乎掌握着一种日渐频繁 “Who is playing a song, “Dongfeng broke,” and when the years flake off at the corner and see him as a child, I still remember that we were still very young that year, but now the piano is faint and I wait for you not to hear...” In years, it’s true. Never go back. The loneliness and worries of young people linger back and forth like shadows in my calm life. They seem to hold an increasingly frequent one.