风吹散的是烟

我无比怀念那些日子
那些在记忆中没有留下任何痕迹的日子
那一定是最简单不过的日子
没有任何创伤的日子
我最初清晰的记忆并不早
它开始于小学五年级
I miss those good old days
Those despite all efforts of remembrance remain in veil
They must have nothing hurtful to scald the brain
My first clear memory is not early at all
It begins in my fifth grade one day