The dark sky in winter
No beautiful birds fly by.
a pool of stagnant water—stagnant/lifeless condition
No fish swims happily
I flew into the sky.
Overlooking the flowers projected on the running water
I found that it had turned yellow in the wind of years.
Childhood is a complete mirror.
Youth is a mottled leaf.
Who is full of worried mountains and valleys?
Who sleeps in the dream of white clouds?
The cuckoo sings every night in spring.
But the passion that has passed away? What is youth? Is it a free and unrestrained surging river? Is that an endless sea? I don't think so. Youth is a cup of strong coffee. Although it can make people excited, there is still a trace of bitterness. Youth is the nameless grass. Although it is not very eye-catching, it can withstand the wind and rain. Youth is an uncut sword. It will only get better and better. I have youth, so I praise youth. I will praise it with my hoarse throat. Youth is a golden sun, which brings infinite vitality to the whole region and is even more memorable because of its ups and downs. Unforgettable I praise youth because I have it, and I praise youth because it is beautiful and short-lived.