秋风推攘着一艘小船,从我静缓的生命河流里悄然远去,我知道已无法挽留。小船既已坚定的选择秋风,我涟漪轻荡的柔情就只能呈给夕阳垂柳和月影山岚。我一直无望地打捞在世纪前远去船舶的纤绳,若有若无的线索像水波摇曳,一直欺骗着我的忠贞。后至的小船又过去了。我注定一生拥抱伤残和孤独! Autumn breeze pushed a small boat, quietly from the river of my life quietly away, I know it can not be retained. The boat has a firm choice of autumn wind, my rippling light tenderness can only be presented to the sunset weeping willows and Moon Shadow Mountain. I have been hopelessly retrieving the ropes of the ships that were gone by centuries ago, and if there is no clue as to swaying, I have been cheating on my loyalty. The boat arrived again. I am doomed to embrace the disabled and lonely life!