撑一把油纸伞,相约雨巷。纵然是红尘之外还有红尘,纵然是路的尽头已没有尽头。纵使我枯瘦如叶,我都要择路而来。只因半个世纪的情缘,我早已相思成疾,还是用当年的纸伞挡雨,却怕你的名字湿成深深浅浅的泪痕,以勾起我心灵的惟一伤痛,从此再也无法紧握你的身影取暖,甚至走尽这雨巷。 Hold a paper umbrella, similar to rain lane. Even though there is red dust in addition to the red dust, there is no end at the end of the road. Even if I am as thin as a leaf, I have to choose the way. Only because of half a century of love, I have already become acquaintance of Acacia, or use paper umbrellas to protect the rain, but I fear that your name is wet and deep into shallow tears, so as to evoke the only pain in my heart, and never again. Hold your figure warm and even go all the way.