我只能透过栏窗，另一个初中的我重叠。

All I can do is look through the bars, overlapping another version of myself from junior high.

我站着门口没有动，好像像等未来一样，等待过去的夏天。

I stand at the door motionless, as if waiting for the future, waiting for the summers of the past.

像当年那样朝我奔来，那年风吹过操场的跑道，吹过午休黏腻的发丝，顺便带走了我的一腔热血。

Running towards me as in those days, the wind swept across the playground's track, through the sticky hair of a noon recess, casually taking away all my passion.

我的记忆往回走，还记得当时，平淡却疯狂，失败却骄傲。

My memories walk back, still remembering those times, mundane yet crazy, failing yet proud.