遂翻开那发黄的扉页 命运将它装订得极为拙劣 含着泪 我一读再读 却不得不承认 青春是一本太仓促的书 Then to the yellow fly page I turn Fate binds it up, utmost clumsy Tears in my eyes, I read again and again Having to admit that youth is a book so hastily written