握住指尖的时间

　　Blow-off vision of the rain, so that you are left with a brilliant rainbow. Shuttle time in my fingers, without any regrets, open stemmed bloom ripples. Blunt(钝的) rolling thick liquid eternal, but you and I, were dispersed in which period of Acacia leaves.

　　吹雨的视野，让你留下了灿烂的彩虹。时光穿梭在我指间，无悔，绽放着朵朵涟漪。钝(钝的)厚的流质绵延永恒，而你我，分散在这段相思叶片。

　　Inexplicable always feel like the time within the next few precious memories will be stripped from me, more than once dreamed that his standing in a dark empty space, only one track at the foot stretch into the distance, such as the long past your time and ultimately disappear in my field of vision at the end.

　　总是会莫名地感到在接下来的几个珍贵的回忆的时候会失去我，不止一次梦见自己在一个黑暗的空的空间站，脚下一条铁轨伸向远方，如过往的时间，最终消失在我的视野在结束。

　　I am afraid to lose, I fear this time, and I love it but memories. I could not forget the sweat on the pitch with the sway of the brothers, forget accompany me cry close friend, and forget the bright Star of that everynight, and those words have touched me deeply.

　　我害怕失去，我害怕这一次，我爱它，但记忆。我不会忘记在摇摆的兄弟球场上的汗水，忘不了陪我一起哭泣的亲密的朋友，和忘记，夜夜亮星，这些话已经深深打动了我。

　　Those people, those things, such as bursts of light rain in the lake left ring Watermark four dispersed to each other to melt each other's impact; if the horizon is still experiencing Qianwanyinian quiet shining star, notvery bright, but clearly made . - They do not know how much to spend withme during the day bright and silent night.

　　那些人，那些事，如细雨在湖面留下的阵阵环型水纹四分散对方融化彼此的影响;如果千万亿年仍在天边寂静闪光的星，很明亮，但明确。他们不知道要花多少钱我在白天明亮和寂静的夜晚。

　　In my memory, the third year is not gray, because I remember thoseblessings are not what love is bearing fruit, I still remember holding alot of my friends and I hope to see sunrise and sunset, finally it is yellow everywhere.

　　在我的记忆中，第三年是不是灰色的，因为我记得那些不被祝愿爱是什么结果，我仍然记得我的许多朋友，我希望看到日出和日落，最后是黄色的到处都是。

　　Youth is the eye lotus spring, third year is that this eye expansion of bubbling spring season. I, however, a strong smell in the bubble years of the Problem taste. I do not exclude these, but too much pressure to do away much fun. Unfortunately, after the college entrance examination, even the pressure would become the memories, be my third year living memory of the dead evidence. In the time before we are so powerless, the only left on just the eye springs, and we have no regrets of the oath, I hope day after day, year after year, when I re-turn to this page , people still.

　　青春是眼忘忧泉，第三年是这眼泉水膨胀冒泡的季节。我，然而，在问题的口味泡泡里强烈的气味。我不排除这些，但过大的压力确实带走了不多的乐趣。不幸的是，高考过后，连压力也会成为回忆，成为死亡的证据，我第三年生活的记忆。在时间面前我们是如此的无力，只剩下的只是眼泉，我们曾经无悔的誓言，但愿日复一日，年复一年，当我重新翻到这一页时，人们仍然。

　　I have seen one another chilling words: Some people say that once you start like the memories of those people will get old. I only admit mature, do not believe they have been growing old. My friends are growing up day by day, and was young and the mature, how can I not had time to grow on the outline of the first to hoary?

　　我见过一个毛骨悚然的话：有人说，一旦你开始喜欢回忆那些人会变老。我只承认自己的成熟，不相信自己已经老了。我的朋友们一天天长大，和年轻和成熟的，我怎么能不有时间就率先苍老了轮廓的成长吗?

　　"Heaven Rain in green and so on, and I am waiting for you, the moonlight was recovered, the faint opened the outcome." Jay melancholy(忧郁，悲哀) voice has been completely different from the business for the time Sentimental, Bard will be the years the pace of a camel inscribed into the blue and white porcelain in that respect.

　　“绿色天堂雨等，而我在等你，月色被打捞起，晕开了结局。杰伦忧郁的(忧郁，悲哀)的声音已经完全不同于商业时的青涩，吟游诗人将岁月镌刻在蓝色和白色，尊重瓷的步伐。

　　Our future? Friends ah, I will time the other end, waiting for you.

　　我们的未来?朋友啊，我会在时间的另一头，等你。