嘿,这封书信给17岁的你。我把你的一切都记得那么清晰,嬉皮笑脸的你,愁眉苦脸的你,笑起来的你,皱眉头的你,听话的你,不听话的你。我深知在回不去的时候一回忆就输了,所以用你来梳理过去。我是你身后的影子,过去所有的情绪都和我再没关系。我希望你代替我永远停留在那个时候,你逃出学校站在栅栏外冲门卫做一个鬼脸,而后操着手走在街上。那时耳机里在放你我都爱听的《Longing》,路上正好有阳光,歌曲声音很悠扬,尾音韵味很长,我们的好时光不偏也不倚,就定格在这一秒。 Hey, this letter to you 17 years old. I have everything you remember so clear, hippie smiley you, frowning you, laughing you, frowning you, obedient you, disobedient you. I know that when I can not get back a memory is lost, so I use you to sort out the past. I am the shadow behind you, all emotions in the past have nothing to do with me. I hope you will always stay in place of me at that time, you escaped from school standing on the fence outside the gatekeeper to make a grimace, and then walked in the street. At that time, the headphone was on the “Longing” which I loved to listen to. There was sunshine on the road, the song was very melodious, the cicada charm was very long, and our good time was fair and unmistakable.