默默地独行在这清晨的街上，任微风吹拂我的长发，遥望东方的天际，我静静地等待，等待新年的太阳升起来。跳跃的霞光，悄游的云影，勾动了心弦，让我又想起那些曾经的往事。曾经有欢乐，欢乐时约了朋友去唱歌，或郊野或歌厅，任欢愉的心情伴着歌声倾泻；曾经有困惑，困惑时独 Silently lonely in this early morning street, any breeze blowing my long hair, looking at the horizon of the East, I waited quietly, waiting for the New Year’s sun rose. Jumping glow, quietly moving clouds, hook moving heart, let me think of those past memories. There was a time of joy and joy when friends were invited to sing, or country or karaoke bars, and happy moods accompanied by singing. Once confused and perplexed