黄昏的影投在寂寞的树林轻轻地啊穿碎了暮的羽衣时光的流逝岁月的余凉以及渐行渐远的与少年告别时的目我们曾经落泪曾经歌唱有时悲伤有时彷徨终于还是走过了望过了透过微光的落地窗终于还是路过了 瞧过了凝聚回忆的画廊终于别了我们放掉了那些收不回的狂妄与幻想终于别了我们离 The shadow of the dusk casts in the lonely woods and shatters the time of the hazy feathers. The cool of the years and the farewell of the farewell with youth. We used to shed tears. We sang and sometimes sad and sometimes we finally walked. After a long glimpse of the glazed floor-to-ceiling windows, I finally passed by the galleries that had memorized the memories. Finally, we let go of the arrogance and illusions that we couldn’t collect.