我时常把自己的手掌伸在琉璃窗前，让阳光散懒的穿过。
仿佛可以看到每一个指尖都轻浮着少年时的青春，随着日落萎成墨色的残骸。
那是我曾经不经意脱下的岁月，混淆在时光里就那样变成了梦醒枕边的寂寞。
它们是暗紫色卑微的手印，上面残留着回忆的指纹。

I often put his hand stretched, let sunshine in coloured glaze window scattered lazy to go through. As if can
To see each finger are frivolous when teenagers of youth, along with the sunset into inky withering
The wreck. That's I once casual time, off in time so confused into
The pillow we wake up loneliness.
They are dark purple humble handprint, it remains a recall of the fingerprint.


我怕你会发现自己曾经为你藏起来的翅膀 在你被淋湿的某一段
时光 我忍住泪放你去飞翔留下一段伤痛的慢镜渐渐随它漫长
而你总会遗忘我的 忘记那个在你伤痛时把你紧紧拥入怀里的男
人 忘记那个没有承诺却一直想陪在你身旁的我卑微的那个我
爱情对整个海角天涯来说是那么的微不足道 如我曾经为你交付
的那些零散的人生 轻轻的抖落也不过是满满的一身风尘味儿

I'm afraid you'll find yourself once for you hide in your wings of wet a paragraph
Time I endure tears put you to leave a period of fly pain with it long slow motion gradually
And you always forget my forget that your pain in you when the arms of male hugging
People forget that no promises but always wanted to be at your side of my humble that I
Love to the cape tianya speaking is so small as I have for you delivery
Those scattered life gently shakes is just such a full a flavor


我披着冷夜的青衫如一位在星辰下流浪的少年
北风中荡着满是散的旧的语言
烟支浮落空影的轻尘是几时的乱红磕绊的缠绵
而过往的掌心中藏着多少再见

I QingShan covered with cold night in as a stray teenager. Under the stars
The north wind rootless is full of scattered in the old language
Collect the light shadow floating dust is frustrated the disorderly red how stumble lingering
And past palm how many goodbye shading


一大早起来 很习惯地看我的左手边。
没有我想像中温暖明媚的笑脸 取而代之的是纯白的枕头 我把脸
轻轻地贴上去 好像感觉到了你微微的体温。

It is used to see in the early morning of my left hand side.
No my imagination in warm beautiful smile instead lily-white pillow I put the face
Gently stick up like felt you slightly temperature.


海鸥扑棱着洁白的双翅飞向远方的海 那我呢
是不是也该穿好你送给我的那双旧的褪色的帆布鞋离开有过你的
地方 奔向我的天堂。

The white PuLeng seagulls wings to fly toward the far-away place of the sea that me
Whether should also wear good you gave me those old faded canvas shoes left had you
Local rush to my heaven.