最初的美好

最初的美好

原创钢琴曲

作曲：吕恒

作词：走乐

演奏：吕恒

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The most beautiful thing in life is not to retain time, but to retain it. I hope this old photo, this old book, is my souvenir.

人生最美的事不是留住时光，而是留住记忆。但愿，这一张老照片，这一本旧书是我刻意封存的留念。

The vicissitudes of things are changing. I fear that as time goes by, I will forget the past.

世事变迁，沧海桑田。我害怕随着时间的转迭，我会将过去的美好渐渐忘却。

When youth is gone and time goes by, we can only live in memory. The past with the wind and the loved ones far away will become our deep-seated memories. Until then, memories are the heaven and earth, and also the final feelings in the bottom of my heart.

当青春不在，时光流逝，我们就只能活在记忆里。随风的往事，远离的亲人，都将成为我们刻骨的铭记。待到那时，回忆是天地，也是心底最后的感怀。

Touch the heart, there is always a beautiful smile in the memory; recall the past, eyes full of contemplation and quiet beauty; open the corner of the lips, the heartbeat like a person's second.

触碰心灵，记忆深处总有一抹美好微笑；回忆从前，眼眸写满凝思和静美；荡开唇角，心跳就像喜欢一个人的那一秒。

I used to be happy and happy. After a fleeting journey, the happy days will never return. Think of walking on the road and we moved the drip, eyes will also bring tears. Don't be afraid. Children with dreams are not alone!

曾经年少快乐相行，欢笑伴着梦想飞扬。匆匆流年，逝水韶华，惬意的时光一去不复返。想起走在路上的我们和那感动的点滴，眼里也会泛起泪花。别怕，有梦的孩子不会孤单！

Once memory, like the sparkling stars in the night, always returns to midnight, warm and tired body. If time can flow back, I wish I could stay in the streets of chasing and playing in childhood.

曾经的记忆，像黑夜里闪烁的星光，总是在午夜梦回，温暖疲惫之躯。如果时光可以倒流，多希望能停留在儿时追逐、嬉闹的街道上。

In the warm sunny afternoon, with eyes closed slightly, it seems that I see the innocent smiling face of the child and the picture of you chasing me. At that time, the sky was blue, smiling was sweet, and dreams were like blooming flowers.

阳光暖暖的午后，微闭双眸，仿佛又看见天真的孩子无邪的笑脸和你追我赶热闹的画面。那时的天很蓝，笑很甜，梦想也像绽放的花朵，清香四溢，溢满心间。

The corner of youth has stopped for love and shed tears for love. After walking through the world, we slowly understand that young people are a journey of joy and sorrow.

青春的转角，曾为爱停下脚步，也曾为爱泪流。走过了人来人往，慢慢才懂得，年少的我们就是一段有喜有忧的旅程……

In the dead of night, the warm past makes a song of the first beauty flickering gently at the fingertips, just like the first lover's smile and eyebrows, also like the warm flow of mother's embrace.

夜深人静，温馨的过往化作了一曲最初的美好在指尖轻轻弹响，犹如初恋情人的浅笑低眉，也似妈妈怀抱的温暖流淌......