樱花凋零,随风去;时 光如水,成追忆。在 这个樱花飘落的季节,你如飞舞 的黄沙,离开了我。 你还记得十年前的那个下午 么?你一定还记得。 那年你五岁,我六岁,牵着 小小的手,用那张不大的渔网努 力地捕捉小鱼。只可惜,当我们 如落汤鸡般从水中挣扎着爬上岸 Sakura is withered and goes with the wind; time is like water and it becomes remembrance. In the season when the cherry blossoms fell, you left me like flying yellow sand. Do you still remember that afternoon ten years ago? You must remember. That year you were five years old. When I was six years old, I took a small hand and used the small fishing net to catch small fish. It’s a pity that we struggled to climb from the water when we fell like chicken