青春啊, 你是一阵风. 我追逐, 你奔跑.

  Youth, you're like wind. I chase, and you run.

 

  我用淡淡的粉红与青绿的记忆, 画下了你.

  I painted you as pink and red in my memories.

 

  你把我的心儿带走, 将它放在一个地方, 看着它恬静地生根.

  You take my heart away, put it in a piece of field, and watch its root grow.

 

  以后的以后, 你挥别了我, 欣欣然飘远.

  Afterwards, you say goodbye to me, and fly away delightedly.

 

 

  青春啊, 你还会归来么? 没有了你, 我的生命还会圆满么?

  Youth, will you come back? Will my life be fulfilled without you?

 

  你笑了, 笑得那么淡然. 你说, 人生从来都不是完美的.

  You smile, smile peacefully. You say, life is not perfect at all.

 

  当生命的轮回在延续, 心灵的积淀变得厚重.

  When the circle of life extends, the soul rolls up.

 

  人生便愈发精彩了. 我深思, 轻叩心门.

  Life turns splendid. I ponder deeply, knock on the door of my heart.

 

  原来幸福就在我心里, 我却傻傻驻足门外.

  Joy is behind the door. Yet, I stand outside.