My youth is my decision?
My youth?
Not the chart in your hand?
Swinging footsteps?
Get out of your own journey?
The footsteps of youth?
Go out confidently?
Like a proud poppy in the rain?
Beautiful and sad?
Who's afraid I'm poisonous? ?
My youth is my decision?
Give up self-righteous intentions?
Funny clown?
Not as confused as you are.
Take control of my youth?
Hug?
Blue sky and green water?
Go where you want to go?
Dare to make a decision?
My youth-
I'm in charge! ?
Everyone has had youth, confused youth, confident youth, sweet youth, painful youth, hormone-boiling youth, and fun-filled youth struggling with parents and reality. ?
You can only be young once. When the pain and laughter are gone, do we feel that the lost time is no longer ourselves? When youth becomes someone else's journey, do we know that everything our parents have done has helped us resist countless winters? ?
Youth is so beautiful that even the pain of maturity is brilliant. Those proud sunny flowers, noble scattered and beautiful clothes of youth have been envied by many people. ?
Youth is not just a process. So we thought, if youth can come back, what should be gained? That unrepeatable youth, that won't make mistakes again, from now on-don't live!