风,来了又去,去了又来,年年岁岁,岁岁如常。我一个人孤独远望,看月升起了又落下,看星星清丽又迷茫,听雨走过又离去,听雪飞过又离开,恍然间,已是日久年长……我已是好久不曾遇见那年驰骋的风,远远地, The wind came and went again and went again and again, year by year, as usual. I am alone and distant, looking at the rising moon and falling again to see the stars are beautiful and lost, listening to the rain, passing and leaving, listening to the snow flying over and leaving, and suddenly, it’s getting older... I’ve been For a long time, I never met the wind that year, far,