The past can only be recalled.
When memories like honey become bitter
Thoughts are floating in the clouds
Wonderful words
Youth stories that shock the soul.
The restless youth lingered in the music.
Because this is a perfect country.
A mentality that no one can understand.
This is a lonely
Innocent heart (of a child)
fine-sounding words
Intoxicating music
Beautiful mood story
Complain bitterly
Unwilling to compromise
A dream I don't want to give up.
Refuse to bow easily
Because young
A fragrant mind
Unable to be transparent
Can't be white
Language binds the mind.
Youth is no longer a pure white color.
The absence of youth is a beautiful note.
Confusion is only an occasional mistake.
Tears are the tenderness of youth.
fly a kite
Vague thoughts
A pair of wings will choose to fly.
The sea will not choose to hurt.
regretless youth
Without the vicissitudes of music.
Feelings can never be overcome.
The natural changes of life
A brief glory
Transient beauty
Burning youth
Memory is a breeze.
Memories are beautiful dreams.
Memories are the fragrance left by yesterday.
The charm of the years
The cause of tears
Write letters to young people
Even in the dark
I can read your outline, too
Even in the garden
I can feel your heartbeat, too.
I see
Youth is a poem that cannot be surrounded by night.
Youth is a dance that flowers can't surround.
Youth is the winding of running water.
Youth is the passion of volcanic eruption.
But you must remember.
The meteor of youth
just this once
Crossing the horizon of life
Believe in the future. "
When cobwebs mercilessly sealed my stove.
When the smoke of ashes sighs the sorrow of poverty
I still stubbornly smooth away the ashes of disappointment.
Write with beautiful snowflakes: believe in the future.
When my purple grapes turn into dew in late autumn
When my flowers snuggle up to other people's feelings
I still stubbornly use frozen dead vines.
Write on the desolate land: believe in the future.
I want to use my fingers to stir the waves that rush to the horizon.
I want to hold the sun in my hand.
The warm and beautiful pen flickers with the dawn.
Write with a child's pen: believe in the future.
I believe in the future.
Yes, I believe that people's eyes in the future
She brushed away the eyelashes of history.
She has a student who can read through the years.
No matter what people think of our rotting bodies.
Those lost blues, the pain of failure.
It was tears of emotion and deep sympathy.
Or give a contemptuous smile and bitter ridicule?
I firmly believe that people are interested in our spine.
Countless explorations, lost ways, failures and successes.
I will definitely give a warm, objective and fair evaluation.
Yes, I am anxiously waiting for their comments.
Friends, believe in the future.
Believe in indomitable efforts
Young people who believe in overcoming death.
Believe in the future and love life.