At the age of seventeen,the sky is bright as the ocean,Open your eyes to look directly at the sun's age.Every day from short to long,From spring to summer, and May is.The south wind blows warm days such as window.This summer, until next summer,Please, don't be sad,Hard, flapping its wings.全部翻譯完畢！記得給分！謝謝！謝謝。