骑着时光的白驹,得得的马蹄声,敲响青春驿站的石板路。在这迷蒙的路途,我把一身的眷恋交给了远方。身后洒下点点如雨的花瓣,芬芳一节节生命的段落。走进驿站,年轻的风鼓起帐篷,所有的歌勃发出野性,缭绕在朗朗长空。 Riding the time of the day, the hoof of horses, sounded the stone road of youth station. In this misty road, I handed over my love to the distant place. Behind the rain, petals are sprinkled with a bit of rain, a section of life that is fragrant. Into the post station, the young wind blew up from the tent, and all the songs and wild boars lingered in the sky.