Youth is a beautiful dream.
But one day I will wake up from my dream.
Youth is a small river
But it will dry up one day.
Youth is a rainbow.
But it will disappear one day.
Youth is a blooming flower.
But one day it will fall.
Youth is the fine sand in your hands.
Unconsciously, it has leaked out.
Youth is a meteor in the sky.
Although it was beautiful, it passed quickly.
Youth is the fragrance left by happiness.
Everything I want to cherish is gone.
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\ I want to write a poem,
Just like catkins should fly in spring.
Write a poem that should be written,
You appear gently in my world.
Gently, you passed again. ...
I love my poems.
That's just a part of me.
I want to draw a picture.
Just like the pupa will appear when the time is up.
Draw a picture.
You are holding a heavy book and watching the sunset outside the window.
Your back is more lovely than the afterglow in the storage room.
I love my paintings.
That's just a part of me.
I want to play a tune.
Just as flowers should bloom in time.
Play a song that should be played
Happy, uneasy and hopeful dandelions are floating.
The beating, flashing and passionate soul is burning.
I love my music.
I love my poems.
I like my paintings, too
Love my shy youth more.