All finale has been written out

所有的结局都已写好

All tears have set forward

所有的泪水也都已启程

But I forgot suddenly how it began

却忽然忘了是怎样的一个开始

In that old summer that never comes back again

在那个古老的不再回来的夏日

No matter how I go for searching

无论我如何地去追索

You only pass by at a young age like a cloud shadow

年轻的你只如云影掠过

A smiling face super pale and shallow

而你微笑的面容极浅极淡

After sunset gradually faded behind a host of hills

逐渐隐没在日落后的群岚

Then to the yellow fly page I turn

遂翻开那发黄的扉页

Fate binds it up, utmost clumsy

命运将它装订得极为拙劣

Tears in my eyes,I read again and again

含著泪 我一读再读

Having to admit that

却不得不承认

youth is a book so hastily written

青春是一本太仓促的书