这条路，曾经无比熟悉的，每一步都是通向那里，那个锁着我所有美好回忆的地方，一次次，我又走上了这条路，分不清是现实抑或是梦境。
It is such a familiar road.Every step of mine extend there, where locked in all my beautiful memory.Time and time again, I step on it, without so much as identifying it is reality or dream.
这条路，曾经无比熟悉的，每一步都是通向那里，那个锁着我所有美好回忆的地方，一次次，我又走上了这条路，分不清是现实抑或是梦境。
It is such a familiar road. Every step of mine extend there, where locked in all my beautiful memory. Time and time again, I step on it, without so much as identifying it is reality or dream.
于是，转身，离去，追寻另一段美好。就在那个充满诗意的秋天，没有浪漫，没有美丽的传说，以及回忆。
As a result, turned around to leave and pursue a better alternative. The poetic in that autumn, there is no romance, no beautiful legends, and memories.
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