Youth, waiting for whom to rub and foam

Fleeting, who still remember who is who, the passage of time, lost how many girls and beautiful men's minds, buried how many youth dreams and passion, no one can blindly calm, no one can blindly endure. Only seek lofty, do not seek Zhiyuan, is ultimately a more than the past iron wall.

Life is a solitary, how many people are passing by, accompany just, see the scenery of that life but not enough time to enlightenment, yes, why there are mountains and water, people and things, wind and moon, gently play the dust, sad mind.

Youth struggle on the road, is a battle of battlefield choice, who will be whose partner, who will be whose passer-by, who will ultimately be the winner or loser? Take off in the wind of youth, can only go with the wind, can not go against the wind, as an excuse for rebellion in those years, are you complaining? Or persevering? Or is it a futile struggle? Or are you preparing for the final surrender?

Time does not forgive. In the blink of an eye, you and I have grown up. We are no longer so childish. Have we learned a lot about the ways of the world, or have we forgotten some of Ling Ran's memories? Those lingering in the mind is whose memory, and who is always in whose mind residual should have lost care. The years are beating on the rocks, the wind is still blowing hard, who is afraid of losing who?

Sea sand is still infatuated with waves, butterflies are still infatuated with dark fragrance, I seriously think you are my April day, so, that once accidentally turned into a cloud in the sky, that is still, is firm feelings, is my deep love for you, that I can hug you, that I can walk with you in the sunset after the lake, that I can accompany you with foam, in the end is the end of youth, in the end is the half-face makeup of the passing year! Do not give up, remember, already buried in the bottom of my heart that trace of feelings for you bloom, since the day I met you, my heart no longer belongs to myself, perhaps too blurred dreams, I have no way to escape from your miss, think you want to dark, think you night is no longer insomnia simple.

Meet no longer miss, continuous murmur of Acacia night, want to stay can not stay is the most lost loneliness. Who still remembers that night, snowflakes dance, rain drifts, slow footsteps on the path of Shannon, it is a kind of mood, even if it is only so short, in whose eyes it is permanent. Who sees who has what kind of dialogue, what kind of love? Who can accompany who forever, who can give eternal love, who can accompany who stroll sunset, love, do not have to be arranged, many miracles we believe will exist!

Whose youth are you waiting for? Who are you waiting for?

Author: Mo Ye in Early Summer