Still can't escape.
Rolling of annual rings
Once we
Arrogant, frivolous
Once we
Pure, kind
Experienced a beautiful youth.
go through all the vicissitudes of life
We are gradually maturing.
Once youthful edges and corners
Has been rounded by years.
The dream I once had.
But it was erased by real life.
We live in bone erosion.
Never mind the tears of the soul.
We live in hypocrisy.
Only to find that life is really tired.
We live on our shoulders.
Discover the truth and become ignorant.
Everything in life
Don't be a fantasy for young people.
It used to be a beautiful dream
The once youthful fragrance of flowers.
Has quietly left, far away ......
So young