演唱/Vocal:李佳
作词/Lyrics:李佳
作曲/Composed:李佳
编曲/Arranger:甜橙文化
录音/Recording:甜橙文化
混音/Mixing:甜橙文化
母带工程/Mastering：磨角文化
制作/Producer:甜橙文化
出品/Sponsor：李之典 陈志群
若干年以后，Years later,
我回到了那个年少的梦里：I returned to the dreams of my youth:
趴在石桥上，Lying on the stone bridge,
在河水中捡着落叶，picking up fallen leaves in the river,
清晨的阳光，透过谁家烟火，The morning sun, through the cooking smoke,
洒在五花石板上，sprinkles on the patterned stone slabs,
身穿纳西服装的外婆，背着手，My grandmother in Naxi attire, hands clasped behind,
缓缓走进迷雾，slowly walks into the mist,
最终，消失不见。Eventually, disappearing without any trace.
每次望向夜空，回忆它点点头，Every time I gaze at the night sky, memories greet me,
未来的，不见，and the future is unseen.
每次凝视深渊，沉默它吞噬我，Every time I stare into the abyss, silence engulfs me,
过去的，不言，and the past is unspoken.
可爱的，不见，The adorable is unseen.
可述的，不言， The describable is unspoken.
可亲的，不见，The lovely is unseen.
可近的，不言。 The approachable is unspoken.
初冬的忠义巷道里，In the early winter of Zhongyi Alley,
飘满了温火熬蜜饯的味道，The scent of simmering preserves fills the air,
零食不多的年月中，In those years with few snacks,
外公做的甜白凉粉成了我放学路上的牵挂，My grandfather's sweet bean jelly became my after-school obsession,
他脸庞总是红晕，看似微醺，His face flushed, as if slightly tipsy.
多少小孩总追逐着他，Many children chased after him,
希望从他口袋中掏出难得一见的糖果。Hoping to fish out rare candies from his pocket.
我独立于荒野，I stand alone in the wilderness,
祖先依稀可见，叹息着遇见，with ancestors faintly visible, sighing at the encounter,
被粉饰的梦魇，已被遮住的天，The glossed-over nightmares, the sky now covered,
已不再关联。no longer connected.
可敬的，不见，The respectable is unseen.
可追的，不现，The accessible is invisible.
可贵的，不见，The precious is unseen.
可赞的，不现。The commendable is invisible.
披上锦缎裳，跃进声色场。Draped in brocade, leaping into the world of sound and color.
每一条河，都有我光脚探险的足迹，Every river bears the footprints of my barefoot adventures,
每一座桥上写完作业之后，阳光下小憩，Every bridge where I finish my homework, then rest in the sun,
那些光着身子在大河里戏水的男孩，如今都已长大，Those boys who played naked in the river are now grown up,
不知他们是否也早已成了家。I wonder whether they had settled down or not.
每一年七月半，我邀约着隔壁的她，Every year around mid-July, I invite the girl next door,
顶着火把节被烧焦的眉毛，With singed eyebrows from the Torch Festival,
去放一盏河灯，去追寻孔明灯的下落。To release a river lantern, to chase after the Kongming lanterns.
我想，飞走的它定是飞入了我的梦里，I wonder, the one that flew away must have flown into my dreams,
一个醒来就回不去的梦里。Dreams from which waking up means never returning.
