时光总在流淌

我不记得我什么时候拂过你的笑脸，在春天。你说你会离开我，因为这不是你的春天。说完话，我转身踱来踱去，瞬间化为云烟，把我留在蝴蝶惊扰昆虫的地方，哭着问你:我们什么时候什么时候能再见面？

也许你握不住他的手腕，但记忆就像一条河，悠悠悠悠。记住你的笑脸，就像春天的阳光。别忘了在黑暗中玩耍，别忘了和你在碧溪钓鱼。时间，你我同生共死，山花盛开的时候，我牵着你的手，走上楼梯，端上一碟菜，两杯酒，抱怨你的快乐和烦恼。然而，随着年龄的增长，你不能和我在同一条船上。

时间不多了。春天，匆匆而过，无风无云。像个孩子在河边玩耍，踩在沙滩脚下转身被河水重新填满；就像小时候在任何地方撒尿，印在地板上的水的痕迹，回头一看就蒸成了水蒸气；玩起来像个少年湖，水面留下的涟漪被湖水吞噬抹去；就像今天的昨天，剩下的记忆在一夜之间变得一片空白，在漆黑的夜里消失了一丝随时都留不住的光亮，无法把握，无法回忆。

我哭了一夜，诉说着被时间抛弃的委屈，却只有鹅的哀鸣归来；一整天，我吼着时间留下的不满，只有蝉在尖叫回应。可能只有自己一个人承受着这种失去的痛苦，也可能只有自己承受着不得不被抛弃的无奈。但是，差距太深，差距太大。这残酷的现实唯一带来的是一眨眼就过去的深刻体验和时间的感觉。什么时候放下，什么时候放下，也许一切都还在。

春天，希望依然存在，尽管冬天的白昼在元素尺度上变短；夏天，激情还在，虽然门前的水还能向西流；秋天，果实还在，虽然会天长地久；冬天，憧憬还在，虽然天涯的霜雪是寒冷的夜晚。没什么可离开的，虽然时间很快；什么都没有少，虽然流水过得很快。我们要做的不是无所事事的打扮，不是一个人靠在窗前，增添悲伤和忧愁，而是趁着明媚的阳光，占领山头，喝酒，放声歌唱！

无论如何，时间总是流动的，像一束清泉，带着留恋和悲伤落在手指上。即便如此，它还是冷冷地离开了人世，没有留下任何施舍。为什么不向太阳学习，让自己变得灿烂，等到那一天，和时间比一比，看看谁更灿烂！

没错，既然冷梅往右拐了，我还不如微笑着回头。即使放弃时间爱情很难，但我一定要努力一生去追！

参考翻译：

I can't remember when I brushed your smiling face, in the spring season. You said you would leave me, because this is not your spring. After talking, I turned around and paced up and down, turning into clouds and smoke in an instant, leaving me in the place where butterflies disturb insects, crying and asking you: when and when can we meet again?

Maybe you can't hold his wrist, but the memory is like a river, leisurely and leisurely. Remember your smiling face, just like the sunshine in spring. Don't forget to play in the dark, do not forget to fish with you in the Bixi. Time, you and I will live and die together, and when the mountain flowers are blooming, I will take your hand, ascend the stairs, serve a dish of dishes and two glasses of wine, and complain about your happiness and worry. However, as you grow old, you cannot be in the same boat with me.

Time is running out. Spring, passing by in a hurry, without a breeze or a cloud. Playing like a child by the river, stepping on the foot of the beach turned and was re-filled by the river; Like urinating anywhere in childhood, the traces of water printed on the floor are steamed into water vapor when looking back; Playing like a juvenile lake, the ripples left on the water surface are swallowed and erased by the lake; Like today's yesterday, the rest of the memories become blank overnight, and a trace of light that is not left at any time disappears in the dark night, which can't be grasped or recalled.

I cried all night about the grievances abandoned by time, but only the wailing of geese returned; All day long, I roared my dissatisfaction left behind by time, but only cicadas screamed and responded. May only bear the pain of this loss alone, or only oneself bear the helplessness that has to be abandoned. However, the gap is too deep and the gap is too wide. The only thing that this cruel reality brings is the profound experience of passing the blink of an eye and the feeling of time. When let go, when let go, maybe everything is still there.

In spring, hope is still there, although while winter daylight shortens in the elemental scale; In summer, passion is still there, although the water in front of the door can still flow west; In autumn, the fruit is still there, although it will last forever; In winter, the longing is still there, although the frost and snow in the end of the world are cold and night. Nothing to leave, although time is fast; There is nothing missing, although the running water passes away quickly. What we should do is not to dress up idly, to rely on the window alone, to add sadness and sorrow, but to take advantage of the bright sun, occupy the hill, drink and sing aloud!

In any case, time is always flowing, like a bunch of clear springs, falling with nostalgia and sadness at the fingers. Even so, it still passed away coldly, leaving no charity. Why not learn from the sun, make yourself brilliant, wait until that day, compare with time, and see who is brighter!

Yes, since Leng Mei turned right, it's better for me to smile and turn back. Even if it's hard to give up time love, I must try my best to chase it all my life!