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站在旋转木马前，记忆的枷锁突然被打开。那最温柔的记忆席卷着内心最纤细的铭脉。 Standing in front of the merry go round, the shackles of memory are suddenly opened. The tenderest memory sweeps the most delicate vein of the heart. 记忆中好象总有一抹身影，始终挥之不去，是你吗？是你这个在我记忆刻下永恒的刀疤的你吗？每次想起你，为什么脑海里总会浮现得很多、很多关于你的记忆？一定是你，我印象最深刻的你，我最爱的你。 It seems that there is always a shadow in my memory, which can't be left forever. Is it you? Is it you who carved the eternal scar in my memory? Every time I think of you, why do you always have a lot of memories about you? It must be you, the most impressed you, the most loved you. 在一个微风轻抚的秋天，我认识了你。 I've known you in a breezy autumn. 在一个细雨绵绵的春天，你离开了我。 In a drizzling spring, you left me. 这是不是所谓的命运。 This is not the so-called fate. 我总是这样，凝望着在旋转木马上尽情欢笑的孩子，他们是快乐的，那么单纯释然。直到音乐停下来，我才迈进我的世界。即使我并不想离开。 I always look at the happy children on the merry go round, they are happy, so simple and relieved. I didn't enter my world until the music stopped. Even if I don't want to leave. | 
