那个夏天,我走过你窗前, 你的窗户,挂着蓝色的窗帘, 虽然我没有办法看到你, 但我的歌声相信你能够听得见。 那个夏天,你始终没露脸, 留给我的,只有那蓝色的窗帘, 我只是很想很想看看你, 也知道自己不会是你的挂牵。 那个夏天,我走过你窗前, 其实自己,也考虑了很多遍, 我只是很? That summer, I walked by your window, your window, with blue curtains. Although I could not see you, my voice believed you could hear it. That summer, you always did not show his face, left to me, only the blue curtains, I just want to want to see you, but also know that they will not be linked to you. That summer, I walked through the window, in fact, also considered many times, I am just?