My youth, our simple ballads
The sky is as pure as water, without a trace of clouds
The past and present
Dreams and hopes that we have forgotten.
Youth is like a bubble
If you don’t notice it is transparent
If you look carefully
You will find that under the sun, what we once thought was The transparent bubbles are colorful....
Those tears of the past
The sadness of the past
Buried by the length of time
If possible
Can we meet again in hundreds or even thousands of years
Continue to sing the songs of our youth
< p> The world is so bigThere are so many human beings
Thousands of years later
Can we get together again
Can we laugh again?