所有的结局都已写好，却忽然忘了是怎样的开始。
All outcomes have been written, but suddenly forgot how to start.
逐翻开那发黄的扉页，命运将它装订的极为拙略。
Gradually opened up the yellow pages, binding its fate to the very humble.
我一读再读，不得不承认，青春是本太仓促的书。
I read it again and again, had to admit, youth is a book too hasty.
你转身之后，我在自己的世界里静静体会孤独的样子。
You turn around, I feel lonely in my own world.
多希望，在我单人旅途的旅途的终点站，
Much hope, in my single journey of journey's end station,
遇到下一个你。
The next you.