年，越来越近。心，茫然不安。一年又一年，从指尖悄然流失。增长的只有年龄

年，越来越近。心，茫然不安。一年又一年，从指尖悄然流失。增长的只有年龄，不知从何时开始。过年，不再是一种渴望和喜悦。早已沦落成一种负担和劳累。年年还在唱，难忘今宵。却再也找不回儿时的那种心情。不变的是日出日落，变了的是苍老的容颜。岁月是一把无情的刀，在我们的心上，留下了或深或浅的痕迹…………

Results (English) 2:

Years, getting closer. Heart, dazed anxiety. Year after year, from the fingertips quietly drain. Growth only age, I do not know since when. New Year, is no longer a desire and joy. He had fallen into a burden and fatigue. Mid still sing, memorable tonight. But never found the kind of mood childhood. The same is the sunrise and sunset, changed the old face. Years is a ruthless knife, in our hearts, leaving traces or deep or shallow ............

Results (English) 3:

Years, more and more near. Heart, at a loss. Year after year, from the fingertips quietly lost. Only the age of growth, I do not know when to start. Chinese new year, is no longer a kind of desire and joy. Has already been reduced as a burden and tired. Every year also sing, unforgettable tonight. But can not find the kind of mood as a child. The same is the sunrise and sunset, changed the face of the old is. Years is a ruthless knife, in our hearts, left or deep or shallow traces............