指缝间的阳光折射出流年的过往是谁在苍穹上划下一道忧伤湮灭了最后一场盛大的繁华但是我知道芦苇歌唱的地方会有花朵为我开放那时花开·谁埋葬了我的过去[那年我们叠的纸飞机,如今摔落在谁家的屋顶?] The sun between the fingers sheds light on the passing years of the past. Whoever draws a grief on the sky to annihilate the last grand bustling. But I know that the place where Lusheng sings will have flowers open for me, then bloom, who buried me In the past [the paper plane that we had stacked in that year, is it falling on the roof of someone?]