Young modern poetry, we will eventually die.

No matter how hard we struggle.

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