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三月的鲜花芬芳了你的名字,三月的小雨打湿了那首歌。和一九六三年并肩走来的不只是您的名字。站在一九六三的起跑线上我开始凝视。
March’s flowers fragrant your name, the rain in March wet the song. It is not just your name that comes along with you in 1963. Standing on the starting line at 1963 I started to gaze.