当繁华落尽                                                       当昨日已成为往事                                                  当所有的期盼全部归零                                  当思念只能成为追忆                                     唯有泪轻流                                                             举杯邀明月                                                              却也静无声                                                            今昔何昔                                                                     流动的日子呀                                                           滑过了指尖，穿过了手心                               我却无法将它挽留                                          飞逝的光阴呀！                                                                      你就向这七月的太阳，                                         将嫩绿得麦浪染黄                                          将年少无知的少年                                         变成迟暮的老者                                             我无力挽回什么                                             只能再次的抓住光阴的尾巴                          做个快乐的自己                                             让自己的此生过的有意义