The sun has no promise to the earth
But it rises on time from the east every day
The flowers have no promise to the earth
< p> But it opens as promised every spring
The spring breeze does not promise the earth
But it makes the earth green
Where is your promise?
Where did it disappear?
I wonder if you
can remember it occasionally like me
< /p>
Thirty years is a long road
Never look back
Because youth is too short
Footsteps Too hasty
Regardless of the ruggedness and muddy conditions
Strive all the way
Sad all the way
< p> I know
All roads
are far away from the desires of youth