面临冬天的寒冷，西风时刻呼啸，又是一个冬天，洁白的雪花无处不在。到叶落的枝头，等待春天的来到，呼唤它吐出新的苞叶；去唤醒沉睡的溪流，它告诉我只有春天才能与我唱和；每个时光，珍藏着童年记忆；每个留恋的季节，它可以告诉我不同的变化。 当风轻轻地拂过我的面颊与我擦肩而过，那缕缕凉风紧紧扣着心我弦。当我站在你的后面，默默的观注着你的背影，发觉我们之间的距离是那样的触手可及，过了许久，我恍然大悟明白了，一切并不像我想象的那样简单、那样单纯，个人的想法是那样的余味。我们之间有着一条不可逾越的大海，我永远也无法跨过，与你相伴，我依然只得在一端呆呆地守望着另一端的你，而你呢？却似乎毫无知觉，一切对你来说，就像这风，除了丝毫凉意，还有是么呢？对，什么也没有留下。一阵风过，你也静悄悄地走了，消失在风中，消失在我的视线里，你的身影只在我的回忆里。风风雨雨，总有停的时候；事事话语，总有说完的时候。有一个话题，永久说不完，说不尽，是个永恒的话题吧。 译： Facing the cold in the winter time, west, is a winter, white snow everywhere. The leaves fall into trees, waiting for the spring come out, calling it a new bracts, The stream to wake, it tells me I can only spring and in, Each time, childhood memory, Each of the season, it can tell me different change. When the wind gently touched my cheek and I pass by, the wisps cool tightly with my heart strings. When I stand behind you, silently in your figure, find the distance between us is accessible, after a long time, and then it dawned on me that, everything is not as simple as I imagine, that simple, personal idea is that finish. We had an insurmountable sea, I never crossed, accompany with you, I still had to gawk at end watch on the other side of you, and you? But seems to have no consciousness, all of you, like the wind, but there is no cool,? What was left of that. A gust of wind, you also silently walk, disappear in the wind, disappear in my sight, you only in my memory. Ups and downs, and always has stopped, Every word, always have finished. A topic, permanent does not say, say never-failing, is an eternal topic. The wind walk, take away my thoughts, time is over. Alas! Hope the rainbow appears again, let me full of confidence!
