栀子花开的季节是离别时分，斑驳的树影间穿梭着莘莘学子拖着行李箱的背影。回头那一刻，突然体会到以后天各一方的辛酸。一下卷入社会激流的我们，还在角色转变中晕头转向。夜深人静，孤独的我们抬头仰望那灿烂星空，是否异乡的你也是?
Forgive my decreasing regards, my friends.
But there is an emotion, not strong yet externally existing, in my heart.
We cannot stay together all the time
Gradually we no longer make a call or send texts to each other
We cannot share happiness and sorrows at the first minute
We seem to become indifferent and silent
We no longer go to dine with laughter.
We seem to walk out of each other’s world
朋友，原谅我渐渐少去的问候。
有一种感情，不再浓烈，却一直存在。
我们不能时时在身边
好像电话短信也没有了
我们不能第一时间分享彼此的快乐与不快乐
好像变的冷漠沉默了
我们不能再一起去吃饭一起说说笑笑
好像走出彼此的世界了
We can no longer strive together for exams
We seem to get too far from our past
We no longer have small conflicts or innocent wild laughter
We seem to have lost something that is yet not so important
We can no longer make mistakes and then cry together
It seems that all these in the past were out of our immaturity
Our prime youth seemed to leave us only fragments of memories.
We have our new lives, new environments and new friends.
我们不能一起考试一起努力一起奋斗
好像现在已经完全脱离过去了
我们不再有小矛盾也不再笑的那么肆无忌惮
好像身边少了一些什么但也不那么重要了
我们不能一起犯错一起哭
好像那只属于过去的不成熟
好像青葱岁月只留下斑驳的记忆
我们都有了新的生活, 新的环境, 新的朋友