The day the leaves fall, the wind, blowing away the youth, and the memory of the sun
(now the rhythm rings)
“Oh, my youth!” He wiped the tears from the corners of his mouth and hobbled to the sunset At the moment, the violin is melodious in my ears. The wind is getting stronger and stronger. Countless leaves are whirling in the air and flying far away
树叶飘落的那一天，起风了，吹散了青春，和那一抹记忆中的阳光……
（此刻节奏响起）
“唉，我的青春啊！”他擦了擦嘴角的泪水，步履蹒跚地往夕阳走去……此刻小提琴在耳边悠扬，风越来越大了，无数树叶在空中打着旋儿，飞向远方……