故事的小黄花,从出生的那年就飘着,童年的荡秋千,随记忆一直晃到现在,吹着前奏望着天空的我想起花瓣试着掉落.为你翘课的那一天,花落的那一天,教室的那一间,我怎么看不见,消失的下雨天,我好想再淋一遍,每想到失去勇气我还留着,好想再问一遍,你会等待还是离开.刮风这天,我试过握着你手,但偏偏,雨渐渐,大到我看你不见,还要多久,我才能在你身边,等到放晴的那天,也许我会比较好一点.从前从前,有个人爱你很久,但偏偏,风渐渐,把距离吹得好远,好不容易,又能再多爱一天,但故事的最后你好像还是说了拜拜.
Story of a small yellow flower and then from birth on the patches along,childhood swing,with the memory has been Huangdao now,Looking at the sky yelling prelude I try to think of the petals fall.Leaving a lecture for you to the day when the Whispering to the day when the classroom to go,I do not see how,disappeared rainy day,I want good leaching again,every thought I lost the courage to save,very much wish to ask it again,would you wait or leave.Windy that day,I tried holding your hands,but then,the rain began,that I see you not,how long must it be,I can be on your side and Rain eased off until the day,maybe I would be better.Previously the past,personal love you long time,but then,gradually wind,blowing from a long,hard,Love can more day,but the last story you like or say good-bye.
