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没有怒放的鲜花,没有吊唁的队伍,只有我,一个人,静静坐在这里。哎,35年了,我已经老去;可是,在梦里的你依然年轻。是啊,35年前,我们都还年轻。今天我又来看你,吸一口烟,烟雾带着我的哀伤和思念,飘散在风里。微风轻抚,就像你的手。
No blooming flowers, no condolence team, only me, alone, sit quietly here. Hey, 35 years, I am old; However, you are still young in a dream. Yes, 35 years ago, we were still young. Today I come to see you again, suck a cigarette, smoke with my sadness and thoughts, drifting in the wind. Breeze stroking, just like your hand.