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Happy Times Always Pass Fast

词曲：陈思江
玩笑的背景
不是黄昏吗？
你看，在你的窗帘背后
不是黄昏吗？
玩笑的背景
不是黄昏吗？
你看，在你的窗帘背后
不是黄昏吗？
快乐的时光
总是短暂的
快乐的时光
总是短暂的
快乐的时光
总是短暂的
总是短暂的
快乐的时光
总是短暂的
总是短暂的
《成长小说》
读完他离开时留下的信以后已是黄昏，她定了定神，有些惊讶地发现自己已经走了这么远的路。天色也慢慢暗下来了，她便开始往回走。
在回家的路上，好像所有人都在谈论着什么，这让她慌张。
一路小跑，她终于回到了家里，可窗外街道上人群的喧哗声越来越大，涌进房间里，好像还有一些摇曳的火光映到了客厅的墙壁上。
她拉上了窗帘，打开视频网站把音量调到了最大，想听一听那个主播熟悉的声音，
可没想到所有的频道都直播着同一个新闻，她不得已地再次看到了外面正在发生的事 ——
平时散步的那个花园里面站满了人，他们穿着五颜六色的衣服，手里挥舞着样子差不多的旗帜。
在画面里，她看不清那些被打上马赛克的旗帜上写的是什么，她也听不清人们对着镜头喊叫的是什么，
似乎有一种同样的能量从他们的嘴里迸发出来，然而他们的嘴型又各不相同。
她竖起了耳朵去听，网页里车辆的声音和人的声音交织在一起。
她眨了眨眼睛，好像是从梦里醒来一样。
屏幕上的脸庞使得她曾经亲眼见过的脸庞都激动、鲜明了起来，好像有一只手拉着她的胸襟把她往外拽：
"我必须行走，" 她想道，"我必须在街道、河畔、大楼和山谷之间行走，
我必须听清楚他们在说什么，
也把爱恋、误解、商讨和行动的言语说给他们。"
她会冲到人群中去吗？
她是否已经准备好了表达自己的勇气和理解他人的耐心？
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Happy Times Always Pass Fast

Lyrics: Chen Si Jiang
The background of the joke
Isn't it dusk?
Look behind your curtain
Isn't it dusk?
The background of the joke
Isn't it dusk?
Look behind your curtain
Isn't it dusk?
Happy times
Always pass fast
Happy times
Always pass fast
Happy times
Always pass fast
Always pass fast
Happy times
Always pass fast
Always pass fast
《Growth Novel》
When she finished reading the letter he left after he left, it was already dusk. She calmed down and was surprised to find that she had already gone so far. The sky was getting dark, so she started to walk back.
On the way home, everyone seemed to be talking about something, which made her flustered.
She ran all the way back home, but the noise of the crowd on the street outside the window was getting louder and louder, and some swaying flames seemed to be reflected on the walls of the living room.
She pulled down the curtains, opened the video website, and turned up the volume to the maximum. She wanted to hear the familiar voice of the anchor,
But unexpectedly, all the channels were broadcasting the same news. She had no choice but to see what was happening outside again ——
The garden where she usually took a walk was full of people. They were wearing colorful clothes and waving flags that looked similar.
In the picture, she couldn't see clearly what was written on the mosaiced flags, nor could she hear what people were shouting at the camera,
It seemed that the same energy burst forth from their mouths, but their lip shapes were different.
She pricked up her ears to listen, and the sound of cars and people's voices in the web page were intertwined.
She blinked as if she had just woken up from a dream.
The faces on the screen made the faces she had seen with her own eyes become excited and vivid, as if a hand was pulling her chest and dragging her out:
"I must go," she thought, "I must walk among the streets, rivers, buildings, and valleys,
I must hear clearly what they are saying,
And tell them the words of love, misunderstanding, discussion, and action."
Will she rush into the crowd?
Is she ready for the courage to express herself and the patience to understand others?
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