鐵軌規律的轟隆聲, 像是一把不停歇的剪刀, 將時間裁成一節、又一節。 看窗外那片翠綠的田野,急著向後奔跑, 才扎眼,就被遠遠拋在視線的盡頭。 風景不會為誰停留, 就像此刻的青春, 或此刻的蒼老。 於是我們學會不頻頻回頭, 任由轟隆聲推著背脊向前, 把遺憾留在風裡, 把目光,投向下一站未知的微光。 人生這台列車,沒有倒退檔 The rhythmic rumble of the rails is like a relentless pair of scissors, Snipping time into segment after segment. Outside, the emerald fields rush backward in a hurry; In the blink of an eye, they are cast far behind, vanishing at the edge of sight. The scenery waits for no one, Just like our fleeting youth, or …