边坐马桶边唱这首歌,别有一番风味,不禁让我想起了那年蹲过的坑。
Try to remember
The kind of September
When life was slow
And oh so mellow
Try to remember
The kind of september
When grass was green
And grain was yellow
Try to remember
The kind of september
When you were a tender
And callow fellow
Try to remember
And if you remember
Then follow follow
Try to remember
When life was so tender
That no one wept
Except the willow
Try to remember
The kind of september
When love was an ember
About to billow
Try to remember
And if you remember
Then follow,follow
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