岁月的流痕将旧梦重重掩埋了起来,那些曾经泛着金辉的旧梦早已在风干中失去了往昔的光泽,潇潇风雨中只剩下些许记忆的碎片,泛着惨淡的白光……从来到这座城市的那一天起,我就学会了孤独。我再也不和同学肆无忌惮地说说笑笑,再也不傻里傻气地在课堂上指责老师的过错,再也不一看到不顺眼 Years of flow marks buried the old dreams. Those old dreams that had once been shining with gold glow have long lost their former luster in the air. There are only a few pieces of memory left in the turbulent rain, and the bleak white light is shining... From this place From the day of the city, I learned to be alone. I don’t chat with my classmates for jests and laughter. I no longer stupidly accused the teacher of mistakes in the classroom.