在长大的路上，Onthewaytogrow,孤独，成了她很喜欢的风景。Solitary,wastheplaceinherfavour.当一些时光渐次远去，Withtimegoingby,她倚着狭小的窗台，Sheleanedonthesmallwindowsill,静静地回忆着微风细雨。recallingthedisappearingmemories她想起那时光，Shelongsforgoodtimesinchildhood,在黄昏或黎明，Attwilightordawn,坐在一地花瓣的栀子树下，SittingbeneaththeblossomingGardeniatree,摘一片嫩叶，Withatinyleaf,吹一支温暖却不成曲的调子，Shemakesalovelymelodyintuneless,流淌过每一处月晓风清的地方……Spreadinghermindstoanywhere…