Perhaps the sky of youth is sometimes cloudy, but we have enough courage to pursue our own blue sky;
Perhaps the garden of youth is a little pale, but we have enough ability to cultivate our own green home;
Perhaps the river of youth also has reefs, but we have enough strength to sail into our ideal harbor.
Perhaps the flame of youth is not so bright, but we have enough enthusiasm to radiate our brilliant light;
Perhaps the laughter of youth is bitter, but we are confident enough to sing our innocence and romance;
Perhaps the rhythm of youth lacks harmony, but we have enough talent to write our own beautiful poems;
Perhaps the pen and paper of youth are not yet processed, but we have enough Mandarin to describe our future ideals.
Perhaps the poetry of youth is not picturesque enough, but we have enough lofty sentiments to exude our own fragrance;
Perhaps the footsteps of youth are a little immature, but we are firm enough to walk out of our own world charm;
Perhaps the starlight of youth is a little hazy, but we have enough enthusiasm to light our own lamp of life;
Perhaps the ship of youth is still bumpy, but we have enough strength to raise the sails.