看了《那年夏天》，听到这首歌。才有做节目的冲动。
懒啊懒啊。
没什么特别的。
人生也是如此。
Yesterday when I was young
the taste of life was sweet as rain upon my tongue.
I teased at life as if it were a foolish game,
the way the evening breeze may tease a candle flame.
The thousand dreams I dreamed, the splendid things I planned
I always built to last on weak and shifting sand.
I lived by night and shunned the naked light of the day
and only now I see how the years ran away.
Yesterday when I was young
so many many songs were waiting to be sung,
so many wild pleasures lay in store for me
and so much pain my eyes refused to see.
I ran so fast that time and youth at last ran out,
I never stopped to think what life was all about
and every conversation that I can now recall
concerned itself with me and nothing else at all.
The game of love I played with arrogance and pride
and every flame I lit too quickly quickly died.
The friends I made somehow they seemed to slip away
and only I am left alone to end the play.
There are so many songs in me that won't be sung,
I feel the bitter taste of tears upon my tongue.
The time has come for me to pay for yesterday when I was young.
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