[2014] TIME BOILS THE RAIN

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[ WU YIFAN ]

Fēngchuī yǔ chéng huā

Shíjiān zhuī bù shàng báimǎ

Nǐ niánshào zhǎngxīn de mènghuà

Yīrán jǐn wòzhe ma

Yún fānyǒng chéng xià

Yǎnlèi bèi suìyuè zhēngfā

Zhè tiáo lùshàng de nǐ wǒ tā

Yǒu shuí mílùle ma

Wǒmen shuō hǎobù fēnlí

Yào yīzhí yīzhí zài yīqǐ

Jiùsuàn yǔ shíjiān wèi dí

Jiùsuàn yǔ quán shìjiè bèilí

Fēngchuī liàng xuěhuā

Chuī bái wǒmen de tóufà

Dāngchū shuō yīqǐ chuǎng tiānxià

Nǐmen hái jìdé ma

Nà yī nián shèngxià

Xīnyuàn xǔ de wúxiàn dà

Wǒmen shǒu lāshǒu yě chéng zhōu

Huàguò bēishāng héliú

Nǐ céng shuōguò bu fēnlí

Yào yīzhí yīzhí zài yīqǐ

Xiànzài wǒ xiǎng wèn wèn nǐ

Shìfǒu zhǐshì tóng yán wú jì

Tiānzhēn suìyuè bùrěn qī

Qīngchūn huāngtáng wǒ bù fù nǐ

Dàxuě qiú nǐ bié mǒ qù

Wǒmen zài yīqǐ de hénjī

Dàxuě yě wúfǎ mǒ qù

Wǒmen gěi bǐcǐ de yìnjì

Jīnxī hé xī

Qīngcǎo lí lí

Míngyuè yè sòng jūn qiānlǐ

Děng lái nián qiūfēng qǐ

[ ENGLISH TRANSLATION ]

Raindrops are blown into flowers by wind

Flowing time cannot catch up with the galloping white horse

Those teenage dreams of yours,

Do you still hold them tightly in your palms?

Clouds rolling up and down in summer

Tears are evaporated by flowing time

All of us along the way

Did any one of us get lost?

We promised not to leave each other,

Must always be together

Even though we had to fight against time

Even though the whole world turned its back against us

Snowflakes are blown into shining pieces by the wind

Our hairs are whitened

We said that we would venture into the world together

Do you still remember?

In that summer

We made an infinitely large wish

Hand in hand we may form a boat

Carrying us across the river of sadness

You said that you would not part with me

And that we would be together forever

Now I want to ask you

Was it just a kid's babble?

I did not have the heart to cheat you during our green days

Neither did i betray you when we were young and stupid

Oh heavy snow, i beg you

Please do not erase the traces of our past

Oh, the heavy snow must not be able to erase

The memory we left to each other

What date is it today?

Green grasses are thick

The bright moon accompanies you a thousand miles away

I am waiting for next year's autumn wind

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