A philosophical poem written by oneself

The fleeting years of youth

Give me an explanation, I can accept history.

Give me an explanation and I will believe in sincerity again.

However; Youth; It's fleeting, but it's not explained.

Be wild when you are young, even with scars.

Because it will disappear for a long time.

Be crazy when you are young, even with tears.

At least it will be more memorable.

The unavoidable rule of youth is a different story.

Such as fishing and abandoning fish.

Those who persist enjoy the pleasure of torturing life.

The fish was lured and put back into the water to be hurt.

Youth is the subject of enjoyment.

Youth is an abandoned fish.

Leave this mark. This is the way to grow up.

Try to look ahead, deep breathing will work miracles.

Are you tired or have you finished the best story of youth?

Youth is fleeting, but I just want an explanation.

A brief moment

The fragile life failed to escape.

Let interest slide gently between your fingers.

And I am nothing but cruel and indifferent.

Nothing can be done.

Just listen to those sad eyes whispering.

I can only say: rest in peace, you are free!

Then close your eyes.

There is only a calm face left.

The true meaning of life is presented at this moment.

Pursuit and grasp