每年的记忆都像俄罗斯方块，不断堆积，消除
each year,just like the Tetris Game,piece of memories incessantly pill up then dispappear

人们沉溺于这样的游戏
people,indulging in such game

最后，输给了时间
octimately lose to time

我们用一生去旅行
we exhaust our whole lives for traveling

从城市到城市
from city to city
从陌生到陌生
from strangeness to strangeness

楼主从同学那里看来的一首小诗。很不错，貌似少了一句。稍后送上来完整的。