When I was a child, friendship is a box of watercolors, graffiti with tender hands out the smiling faces of the innocent colorful, inadvertently wet the paste, oh, it's ok to draw a better, more real. Childhood friendship is like a warm fire, are unscrupulous argue, is each other in anger pursed lips, plunder the parcel together sweet popcorn... Friendship is a big candied fruit, whenever taste, are gay. That's childhood friendship, is one of the crown, naive for jewelry, do tassel romance - so beautiful so pure. This is only the blue sky belongs to the childhood friendship, friendship forever.
Grow up, friendship is a piece of transparent glass, light the lonely heart failure. Broken, is hard to together, can only hide in a corner crying silently, quietly wake up... Where fall where it on their own strong to climb up, that's our footprints of growing up.
小時候，友誼是一盒水彩筆，用稚嫩的手塗鴉出一張張五彩繽紛天真無邪的笑臉，一不小心濕了糊了，喔，沒關係再畫一張更好更真切的。兒時的友誼像一團熱烈的火，是肆無忌憚的爭辯，是互相賭氣撅起的嘴，是共同哄搶的那一大包甜甜的爆米花……友誼是個大大的蜜餞，無論何時嘗起，都是美滋滋的。那是童年時的友誼，是一項皇冠，天真為珠寶，爛漫做流蘇——那么美麗那么純真。這是只屬於童年那片蔚藍色天空的友誼——友誼地久天長。
長大了，友誼是一塊透明的玻璃，照亮著失敗落寞的心。打破了，就很難再拼湊起來，只能躲在一個角落默默地哭泣，默默地醒悟……在哪裡跌倒的就在哪裡靠自己堅強地爬起來，那是我們成長的足跡。