The first poem about youth is as follows:
I'm in pain. I'm at a loss.
Where is the weather vane when I stand at the crossroads of choice?
Youth is bold.
I run here and there, bumping around, always falling down and getting up.
Everything always starts from scratch, and you live a regretless youth.
The second poem about youth is as follows:
The bloom of youth makes me tired but I don't regret it.
The snow in the four seasons flies and the young flowers wither, which makes me tired without regret.
Snowflakes in the four seasons are like spring, rain is falling, and youth is confused.
My pain, my confusion, is standing at the crossroads, where is the vane of progress.
Young people are very brave. Go east, I'll go west.
I will keep falling and getting up, and everything will start from scratch.
The third poem about youth is as follows:
The regretless years of youth have climbed up from the quagmire of repeated failures and walked towards the dawn step by step.
Teeth through the dark road, young, bold, never stop, never stop.
Irresistible youth, I don't know, this is my pursuit.
I asked the wind, the rain and the earth, but I didn't get any response.
Time passes silently, but I can't keep being so depressed.
Yes, I won't be so depressed. I will sail on the growing sail.
I can fly, even without hard wings; Even if no one applauds me, I will sing.
I paved it with life and blood, and no matter the season, I can't stop my youth.