踩着公园小径的芬芳,我走到去年和你告别的地方。依旧是去年的风景,寻觅不见的却是去年的你。坐在冷冷的石凳上,夹着梦幻的风又将我淡淡的思绪带回从前。那天,你没有扎那个绚烂的蝴蝶结。柔柔的风掠过你的发梢,吹起几缕发丝。你终于决定放弃学业去深圳唱歌了。作为你多年的老朋友,我了解,你是多么热爱 Walking on the fragrant path of the park, I went to bid farewell to you last year. It is still the scenery of last year. What you missed was what you were last year. Sitting on the cold stone bench, sandwiching the dreamy wind, brought my subtle thoughts back to the past. That day, you did not tie that gorgeous bow. A gentle wind passes over your hair, blowing a few strands of hair. You finally decided to abandon your studies and go to Shenzhen to sing. As your old friend for many years, I understand how much you love