时光悄然流转于世上尘纷的罅隙之间,迈着轻盈的脚步散落一地,我未曾察觉。踏过了无数风花雪月后,我蓦然发现,她老了,真的。于是,年少的心开始不安,开始恐惧,开始迫不及待地回忆有关她的一切。生怕瞬间抓不住她的什么,便会永久的失去她。茫然的我像一个迷路的孩子一样不知所措,陷在时光与记忆的漩涡里,不能自拔。 Time quietly flow in the world between the crevices of the gap, walked lightly footsteps scattered, I have not noticed. After many romantic days, I suddenly found that she was old, really. As a result, young heart began to feel uneasy, began to fear, began to wait to recall all about her. For fear of an instant grasp what she will lose her forever. At a loss I was as overwhelmed as a lost child, trapped in the whirlpool of time and memory, unable to extricate themselves.