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风过树梢的时候

最后几片倔强的梧桐叶终于松了手

打着旋儿落在你刚扫过的青石台阶上

风还在吹

树梢上最后那几片叶子终究要落干净

枝桠间漏下来的天光变得又薄又清

像被风滤过一遍，连颜色都淡了几分

When the wind passes through the treetops

The last few stubborn leaves 

of the wutong tree finally let go

风过树梢的时候

最后几片倔强的梧桐叶终于松了手

打着旋儿落在你刚扫过的青石台阶上

风还在吹

树梢上最后那几片叶子终究要落干净

枝桠间漏下来的天光变得又薄又清

像被风滤过一遍，连颜色都淡了几分

When the wind passes through the treetops

The last few stubborn leaves 

of the wutong tree finally let go

风过树梢的时候

最后几片倔强的梧桐叶终于松了手

打着旋儿落在你刚扫过的青石台阶上

风还在吹

树梢上最后那几片叶子终究要落干净

枝桠间漏下来的天光变得又薄又清

像被风滤过一遍，连颜色都淡了几分

When the wind passes through the treetops

The last few stubborn leaves 

of the wutong tree finally let go

风过树梢的时候

最后几片倔强的梧桐叶终于松了手

打着旋儿落在你刚扫过的青石台阶上

风还在吹

树梢上最后那几片叶子终究要落干净

枝桠间漏下来的天光变得又薄又清

像被风滤过一遍，连颜色都淡了几分

When the wind passes through the treetops

The last few stubborn leaves 

of the wutong tree finally let go

风过树梢的时候

最后几片倔强的梧桐叶终于松了手

打着旋儿落在你刚扫过的青石台阶上

风还在吹

树梢上最后那几片叶子终究要落干净

枝桠间漏下来的天光变得又薄又清

像被风滤过一遍，连颜色都淡了几分

When the wind passes through the treetops

The last few stubborn leaves 

of the wutong tree finally let go

风过树梢的时候

最后几片倔强的梧桐叶终于松了手

打着旋儿落在你刚扫过的青石台阶上

风还在吹

树梢上最后那几片叶子终究要落干净

枝桠间漏下来的天光变得又薄又清

像被风滤过一遍，连颜色都淡了几分

When the wind passes through the treetops

The last few stubborn leaves 

of the wutong tree finally let go