当所有的结局都已写好，所有的泪水都已启程，却忽然忘记了我们的年轻是怎么样的一个开始，是不是就在那个古老得已被我们遗忘的冬日？ 带着眷恋和追忆我们开始四处找寻，找寻我们年轻时的样子，然而无论我们怎样追索，青春的风采都只如云影般掠过，我们欢笑的面孔变得极淡极远 When all the finale has been written, all the tears have departed, but suddenly forget our youth what a beginning, is not in that ancient have been we forgotten winter? With nostalgia and recall We started looking around to find out when we were young, but no matter how we recruit, youthful style just passing by the clouds, the face of our laughter becomes extremely pale