youth

We are all the same, young and hesitant, hurry that year, I fell in love with you because of youth.

Even if the wind of time blows back to the lost youth, I would like to hesitate once, and I do not want to be your passer-by.

The wind blows the flowery broken fleeting, and your smile shakes, becoming the most beautiful ornament in my life, watching the sky, watching the snow, watching the deep shadow of the season…