孤独的孩子在风中悄悄长大。
Lonely children grow up quietly in the wind.
当他们走出家门时，在夜深人静的时候，他们无数次流下想家的眼泪，但他们仍然无法摆脱城市的诱惑。
When they go out of the house, in the dead of night, they shed homesick tears countless times, but they still can get rid of the temptation of the city.
每次唱老歌，都喜欢回忆。也许年轻人无论如何都拒绝回忆。喜欢回忆的人都老了，老到一定要记住一些东西，祭奠一些东西，埋葬一些东西。
Every time I sing an old song, I like memories. Maybe young people refuse to remember anyway. People who like memories are old enough to remember something, sacrifice something, and bury something.
他稀疏的长发被风吹得凌乱不堪，这时，天空中的云也被同样的风吹走了。
His sparse long hair was messy by the wind. At this time, the clouds in the sky were blown away by the same wind.
多年后回头看，樱桃林曾经像一朵大云一样繁盛，但它只是飘过我的天空。
Years later, looking back, the cherry forest once flourished like a big cloud, but it just floated across my sky.
总是在废弃的赛道上寻找久违的平衡。
Always looking for a long lost balance on an abandoned track.
坚持在黑暗中醒来的人是人类最后的人，但这样的人往往会先死。
Those who persist in waking up in the dark are the last human beings, but such people often die first.
正在寻找丢失自行车的少年还有勇气回头吗？
Do the teenagers who are looking for the lost bike still have the courage to turn back?
那一刻，我又一次想起了过去的岁月和脆弱的生命，就像一朵未开先谢的花。
At that moment, I thought of the past years and fragile life again, just like a flower that withered before it opened.
每个人都在自己的生活中独自度过冬天。
Everyone spends the winter alone in his own life.
清晨，我看到流星疲惫地一颗颗飞过，长长的尾巴仿佛是思考的痕迹。
Early in the morning, I saw meteors flying wearily one by one, and their long tail seemed to be a trace of thinking.
人生的终点并没有你想象的那么遥远。
The end of life is not as far away as you think.
