Youth is like a seed,comfortable,perhaps from then on,the loss of germination vigor.
Life only give a person a youth,I choose to pursue,to pursue the dream of life,let the color of life.
I want to let youth like sails,when the wind swaying waves hit,also want to smartly away,even if finally eliminated by the wind and waves,also without regret this life,after all,has experienced a meaningful trip.
I want to let youth,like a seed in the soil under cold water soaking time will vomit vomit ambition,even if finally wither in the autumn festival,also without regret this life gave birth to the fruit after all.
I want to let youth like cold plum,in the days of snow will vomit vomit my fragrance,even if finally helpless flower falls to,nor blame herself used to have beautiful.
