一条没有尽头的河流是远方一张没有回程的车票是流浪一声没有回响的呼唤是孤独一串没有方向的脚印是彷徨你曾说要用青春去拼搏就像那忘忧的曼佗罗果而如今只有独自盼日落你却说青春是蔓延的火可曾记得青春的诗行在心上是否怀念旧日的阳光?你是我思念的海只是逝水年华已不在不要 An endless river is far away. A ticket without a return journey is wandering. A reverberating call is a loneliness. A series of non-directional footprints is what you once said to use youth to fight. Just like the forgetful mandrillo. Only by looking forward to the sunset alone, you say that youth is a spreading fire. Do you remember that the poetry of youth does not remember the sunshine of the old days in the heart? You are the sea I miss, but I’m not in need.