You can't fly like the wind,
It should still be like a mountain.
Like a floating cloud
A helpless life,
I only did the poet's information! Fate is like the sea breeze-
Blowing the boat of youth,
Wandering,
Tortuous,
Through the ocean of time. I want to save the "past" years, but the "present" silk has been woven in the warp and weft of time!
Young man! Just looking back? The world is moving forward. Young man, describe it carefully. Time is turning the page. Please take a pen.
Young man, for future memories, carefully draw your present picture.