Those people are not "youth",
They were fascinated by the grass and the boat.
I began to make noise and talk nonsense again. I poured soju down my throat.
I don't know,
Those people are not "youth",
On a sunny spring night,
Pretending to be fashionable, dragging a flared skirt down the street. I don't know,
Those people are not "youth",
They feel itchy in their blood, but they waste the light of sunrise life in love. Is this youth?
Not at all! Eighteen is not enough. Those people are very young. On behalf of all the children, they can say to the old and sparse combat team, "We want to transform life on the ground!" " "Youth-this is a title-
Dedicated to those young people who join the fight, dedicated to those who fight to make Labor Day happy and relaxed!