孩子们，我有文化吗？

Alain Prost(教授)

Let me drift
With the leaves
In the breeze
Jusqu’au ciel
Let the secret
Sleep in my breath

Again I bar the door to you
Some regrets I deny
Some tears remain
but yet,i don’t cry
Let the secret
Linger in my eyes

But I still feel
My heart in storm and rain
Our secret falls,
buried in clay

But still I see
Where green shadows sway
A silhouette framed
Forgive me I couldn’t stay

And if the wind remembers my name
Will you still look my way, just the same?
Like petals left on yesterday
We bloom, we fade—then drift to the bay

I’ll carry it in silence,far away
In Endless Summer，on the blossom way
The Endless Summer whispered low to me
“Perhaps you’ll meet in days yet meant to be”