再看一遍那些年，再阅一遍那些事

而今仿佛是站在一个青黄不接的尴尬路口，失去的是招摇撞骗的痛快诉说，未曾获得的，是笔走天涯的洗练淡定。

Now it seems to be standing at an awkward intersection where there is no pick-up. What is lost is the happy talk of swaggering and cheating, and what is not obtained is the practice and calmness of going to the end of the world.

这青春，与世间任何一段青春无异——年月里那些朝生暮死的悲喜，也就这样野花般自生自灭地燃烧在茫茫命途上，装点了路人的梦。

This youth is no different from any period of youth in the world - the joys and sorrows of life and death in years and years are burning like wild flowers on the vast life path, decorating the dreams of passers-by.