The youth is always fleeting

The youth, has arrived finally in the running water same time terminus, loses presence of mind at a loss the station in the years ferry spot, is waiting for, in next did not know that is in what kind of day drift in a panic. I have not dared to stretch out, that longed for that holds the season the hand, when the numerous memories, savors is young that non-bridle's freedom. The bustling place is what kind of dream, when I suddenly awaken in the youth sleep, has that many past events to be tangled up, is being beautiful, actually quietly is dispatched to leak. Rustlings the night breeze is swaying under eave's wind chimes, was relating the life with defends separately, has finally also understood, this life's process, is a cup is fermenting bitter and the sweet strong liquor, as soon as is that is unable to turn down is drunk, therefore crazy has passed through the bustling place--Dark night daytime, youth to old age! until has such one day, the memory has become the wound which the pain results in does not dare to touch, had one kind of sad wild hope: Must make a time war casualty sentiment for once day waiting for, the dream returned again one time, climbed mountains and crossed rivers on road, that long separation gentleness! I, am a huge crowd's orphaned boat likely, had forgotten is what kind of start, also does not dare to remember, this scenery along the way, is really in this section of lives once real the stage which had ...... this is will end finally, in the lonely play curtain, I twisted the youth to send the angle, looking back on with strong attachment, scratched one time the shoulder meet, deducted the riotous spring and the shatter fall.what is full of affection is this years, lets our life the process, was realizing the Heaven entrusts with the life the myriad feeling; Heartless was still this similar years, lets all not sheds the day, cannot stop the footsteps, only then in a gorgeous dream, returns to the youth time, watches that light cloud touring gently. this life is likely in the wind flower petal, most beautiful instant, is actually the terminus which withers and falls. I spare no effort the four seasons which wants to grip flies upwards, only wants to decorate its that footsteps in a hurry, again not dropping easily!