Even in the dark
I can read your outline, too
Even in the garden
I can feel your heartbeat, too.
I see
Youth is a poem that cannot be surrounded by night.
Youth is a dance that flowers can't surround.
Youth is the winding of running water.
Youth is the passion of volcanic eruption.
But you must remember.
The meteor of youth
just this once
Crossing the horizon of life
"To Youth" spread its wings for youth, let ideals soar, spread its wings, have unlimited courage, struggle with great strength, make the battlefield of life radiant, and suddenly look back on the glory of the past is just a cloud.
/question/101519122.html The second song was written by myself (of course, I also referred to some materials). I hope the landlord is satisfied. . . . .