在長大的路上, On the way to grow, 孤獨,成了她喜歡的風景。 Solitary, was the place in her favour. 當一些時光漸次遠去, With time going by, 她倚著狹小的窗臺, She leaned on the small windowsill, 靜靜地回憶著微風細雨。 recalling the disappearing memories她想起那時光, She longs for good times in childhood, 在黃昏或黎明, At twilight or dawn, 坐在一地花瓣的梔子樹下, Sitting beneath the blossoming Gardenia tree, 摘一片嫩葉, With a tiny leaf, 吹一支溫暖卻不成曲的調子, She makes a lovely melody in tuneless, 流淌過每一處月曉風清的地方…… Spreading her minds to anywhere…