从一个小站,前往另一个小站,得途经你的琴声。至今我都不知道,那缕琴声飘自何处,你操琴时是怎样生动的面容?你只告诉过我,只要打这经过,就能逢着你的琴声。一缕琴声,一缕没有负担的琴声,源自你波动忧伤的心灵。那时恰好秋风漫卷,目光的尽头总有一片荒凉的远景。沿途小站,我都熟记站名。然而,却没能找到你的琴声.我没能找到徘徊在秋的原野,像寻不到家园的那缕琴声。沿途小站,我匆匆地越过了。每一段旅途,都曾侧耳倾听。有时,我会清晰地听到闪烁在蓝天之中的鸟鸣;有时,泉水叮咚 From one small station, to another small station, you have to go through your piano sound. So far I do not know where the piano sound floated from, where you play the piano is a vivid face? You only told me, just hit this through, you can with your piano. A piano sound, a ray of music without a burden, from your heart-shaking fluctuations. At that time, just the autumn wind diffuse volume, the eyes of the end there is always a desolate vision. Station along the way, I have memorized station name. However, I could not find your piano sound, and I could not find the sound of the piano that lingered in the autumn fields like homeland. Station along the way, I hurried over. Every journey, have listened. Sometimes, I clearly hear the birds shining in the blue sky; sometimes the spring ding dong