还记得从前那些过得又慢又伤感的日子吗?总是看着远处黑夜里的高楼,猜想被每扇门关起的是怎样的故事,每扇窗曾经有怎样一双眼睛贴近它向外张望;总是在闲暇时坐在街边,看着来往的人带着各自的表情,从眼前走过;总是在阳台上瞄准老远的树,为着能清楚看见树上的一片小叶子而快乐不已。那些日子已经遥远得再也不能唤回……只是但愿有一天,当我们唱不动歌的时候,内心还能够为我们曾经走过的路和唱过的歌感动。可是在这个精神贫乏的年代,我们还会有美丽的民谣和蓝色的梦想吗?仅以这些单纯的文字和音符送给青春同路人。 Do you remember the slow, sad days of the past? Always looking at the high buildings in the darkness of the distance, guessing the story of each door being closed, how close each window was to each of its windows Looking around; always sitting in the street in their spare time, watching the people who come and go with their own expression, walking through the front; Always aim at the distant tree on the balcony, in order to clearly see a small leaf on the tree And happy endless. Those days are so far away that they can no longer be called back ... Only one day, when we can not move a song, our heart can move for the road we have traveled and the song we sing. But can we still have beautiful ballads and blue dreams in this age of spiritual poverty? Only these simple words and notes are given to young fellow travelers.