一年

　　一年一年，你是一个多么渺小的数字，失去的青春已不可挽回，失去的人就像岩石一样沉入大海，有谁还记得那个在一年中最真实的我。在那一年中我一直都在压抑自己，度过了煎熬的一年，也是我最快乐的一年，好想好想时光倒流，回到那一年，回到那最快乐的一年，就算是在大的代价也在所不惜，只要一次就在坐一次。 　
　　我已然不只一次的梦到，可每次都是模糊不清的，天哪！难道连一个清楚的梦都读给我吗？ 　
　　Year after year, how you are a small number, the loss of youth is irreversible, lost people will sink into the sea as a rock, who remember the most real me in a year. In that year I have been depressed themselves, had a tough year, also is my most happy year, really want to really want to go back, back to that year, back to the happiest year, even in at the high price, as long as a sitting at a time. 　
　　I have not only a dream, but every time is ambiguous, dear! Don't even read a clear dream for me?