我们在慢慢长大
              　一个个流转的季节
              　让路边开放的花朵也随之变化
                那个季节开放的花...名字叫什么来着？
              　轻盈的摇曳着
                每次触碰都有点痛
              　把鼻子凑过去
                有股淡淡的青涩的阳光的香气
              　渐渐地 这香气变模糊了
              　我们慢慢长大了
              　不过...
            　　那花一定还在什么地方盛开着
              　没错，我们不管到什么时候
                都会继续实现那花的愿望