My lost youth
My lost youth
I often think of that beautiful town.
I often miss this beautiful town,
Located by the sea;
It is located by the sea;
Thoughts often fluctuate.
It often makes me wander.
The pleasant streets of that lovely old town,
This pleasant and cordial ancient city street,
My youth is back.
My youth is back.
And a verse from a Lapland song.
A poem from Lapland folk songs
Still haunting my memory:
Has been wandering in my memory:
"The boy's will is the will of the wind,
"Children's wishes are the wishes of the wind,
The thought of youth is a very long thought. "
The memory of youth is a very long memory. "
I can see the shadow lines of the trees,
I see rows of shade trees,
Capture, in the sudden twilight,
glance
The luster of the surrounding ocean,
See the flash surrounded by the distant ocean;
And the islands belonging to Hesperides.
And those golden apple islands,
In all my childhood dreams.
All my childish dreams.
The burden of that old song,
The theme of that ancient folk song
It is still whispering:
Its whisper is still:
"The boy's will is the will of the wind,
"Children's wishes are the wishes of the wind,
The thought of youth is a very long thought. "
The memory of youth is a very long memory. "
I remember the black pier and slide,
I remember the black pier and pieces of paper,
The tide is free to churn;
The tide swings at will;
And Spanish sailors with beards and lips,
A bearded Spanish sailor,
And the beauty and mystery of the ship,
Beautiful and magical ship,
And the magic of the ocean.
The magic of the ocean.
The voice of the first sex song
A wayward song
Singing and saying:
Has been singing and saying:
"The boy's will is the will of the wind,
"Children's wishes are the wishes of the wind,
The thought of youth is a very long thought. "
The memory of youth is a very long memory. "
I remember the fort on the shore,
I remember the barrier on the shore,
And the fortress on the mountain;
And the fortress on the mountain;
The gun of sunrise, with an empty roar,
At sunrise, the cannon roared in the empty valley,
The drums are repeated over and over again,
The drums are repeated over and over again,
The horn is wild and sharp.
A shrill bugle call.
The music of that old song
The music of that ancient folk song.
Still throbbing in my memory:
Has been shaking in my memory:
"The boy's will is the will of the wind,
"Children's wishes are the wishes of the wind,
The thought of youth is a very long thought. "
The memory of youth is a very long memory. "
I remember the distant naval battle,
I remember that distant naval battle,
How it thunders on the tide!
How it thunders on the tide;
The dead captain lay there.
The dead captain lay in his own grave,
In their graves, looking at the peaceful bay.
Overlooking the quiet bay.
Where they died.
They died there.
That sad song
Sad songs,
Let me excited:
Through my trembling:
"The boy's will is the will of the wind,
"Children's wishes are the wishes of the wind,
The thought of youth is a very long thought. "
The memory of youth is a very long memory. "
I can see the gentle breeze in the dome forest,
I saw the top of the grove in the breeze,
The shadow of Dilling forest;
The forest shadow of the earth spirit;
Old friendship and early love
Old friendship, puppy love.
Come back like a dove with the sound of Sabbath.
Back to the Sabbath Song,
In a quiet neighborhood.
Attack a quiet environment.
The poem of that sweet old song,
That sweet old folk song poem
It is still trembling and whispering:
Has been fluttering, whispering:
"The boy's will is the will of the wind,
"Children's wishes are the wishes of the wind,
The thought of youth is a very long thought. "
The memory of youth is a very long memory. "
I remember the shimmering light and darkness.
I remember that dark moment that passed by.
Through the students' brains;
Through the minds of primary school students;
Singing and silence in my heart,
Singing and the silence of the heart,
Part prophecy, part prophecy.
Some predictions, some predictions.
Desire is wild and futile.
It is a long-term fanaticism and conceit.
The intermittent singing
Intermittent singing
Singing, never ending:
Keep singing, never calm:
"The boy's will is the will of the wind,
"Children's wishes are the wishes of the wind,
The thought of youth is a very long thought. "
The memory of youth is a very long memory. "
There are some things I may not say;
There are some things I can't say;
Have an immortal dream;
Dream some immortal dreams;
Some thoughts can make a strong heart weak,
Some ideas will weaken the strong will,
The cheeks turned pale,
Make your cheeks pale,
My eyes are blurred.
Bring fog barrier to vision.
The lyrics of that deadly song.
And deadly lyrics
Coming at me like cold:
Like a chill fell on me:
"The boy's will is the will of the wind,
"Children's wishes are the wishes of the wind,
The thought of youth is a very long thought. "
The memory of youth is a very long memory. "
The form I see now is strange to me.
It's weird to meet again now,
When I visited my dear ancient city;
When I visited this lovely ancient city;
But the local air is pure and sweet,
But the local air is sweet and pure,
The shade on every famous street,
Every familiar street is covered with trees.
When they are balanced up and down,
They are balanced up and down,
Singing beautiful songs,
Singing that beautiful song,
Still sighing and whispering:
Is whispering:
"The boy's will is the will of the wind,
"Children's wishes are the wishes of the wind,
The thought of youth is a very long thought. "
The memory of youth is a very long memory. "
Dilin's forest is fresh and beautiful.
The forests of the Mausoleum are fresh and pleasing to the eye.
With almost painful joy
With almost painful happiness;
My heart wandered back there,
My heart came back here;
In past dreams,
In those old dreams,
I found my lost youth again.
I found my lost youth again.
And that strange and beautiful song,
And those strange and beautiful songs,
Groves is still repeating it:
Then the forest is still repeating:
"The boy's will is the will of the wind,
"Children's wishes are the wishes of the wind,
The thought of youth is a very long thought. "
The memory of youth is a very long memory. "