季节里,有一辆列车驶向远方。记忆中的远方,一面是天地冰封,雪莲花傲;一面是春暖花开,鸟语花香。朝夕不相同,年年不重样——但怎么变,都是你内心的模样。天太蓝,风留在草地上,从晨晓到日暮,从山野到书房。花开在梦里,露珠碎在指尖上。从此执迷不悟,踉踉跄跄,奔向远方。人面不知何处去,桃花是你,春风也是你 In season, a train sailed to the distance. Memory of the distance, one side is the world frozen, snow lotus proud; one is the spring flowers, flowers. Not the same day and night, year after year not heavy sample - but how to change, are the appearance of your heart. The sky is too blue, the wind stays in the grass, from dawn to dawn, from the wild to the study. Flowers in the dream, dew broken on the fingertips. From obsession, stumbled, toward the distance. People do not know where to go, peach is you, spring is you