808班,一个幸运的数字,记载着我的花样年华。头顶上的,是那一块块由我们拼起来的天空,那洁白的色彩终有一天会被我们的缤纷年华渲染得五彩斑斓。玻璃橱窗内用剔透的水晶球制成的小屋在夕阳的辉映下显得如此别致。而我们还泛着稚气的脸颊在明天的阳光下慢慢升起。我们搭着肩在宽大的跑道上一齐前进,终点虽在远方,但唯一不变的,却还是我们跑向终点时大声呐喊的宣言。傻傻的我们在那样宽阔的塑胶跑道上拉着手向远处冲刺 808 class, a lucky number, recorded my Mood for Love. On top of the head is the sky that we put together, and the white color will one day be rendered colorfully by our colorful years. Cabins made of crystal clear crystal glass look so chic under the setting sun. And we are still full of childish cheeks rising slowly in the sun of tomorrow. We walked shoulder to shoulder along the wide runway, with the finish line in the distance, but the only constant was the declaration we shouted out loud as we ran to the finish line. Silly we drew a hand on that wide plastic track to sprint away