当我想起你，我的同学，
一阵温暖的春风
突然间从我的身边拂拭。
我的身体被风儿柔化，
轻飘飘地
感受每一寸呼吸。
十几年过去了，
风儿的味道
还是一样的香甜。
在一个春天的傍晚，
我和你
坐在小山的草地上。
风姑娘迈着轻盈的脚步，
竖着小巧的耳朵，
静静地听我们交谈。
沐浴着柔软的春风，
我们度过了
一个美好的时光。
十几年的时间里
春风的味道并没有改变，
在我的心里面，
它依然是香甜的。
When I think of you, my classmate,
a warm spring breeze
suddenly wipes from me.
My body is softened by the wind,
feel every inch of breath lightly.
More than ten years have passed,
the smell of wind
is the same sweetness.
On a spring evening,
you and I
were sitting on the grass on the hill.
The wind took light steps,
erected little ears,
listened quietly to our conversation.
In the soft spring breeze,
we spent a wonderful time.
More than ten years
the taste of the spring breeze
has not changed,
in my deep heart,
it's still sweet.
