Youth, My Years in VP

The sad cry of youth has been lingering in my ears, echoing back and forth over the noisy city. In those days when we fought side by side, the passionate oaths still seem to be echoing in our ears. The cries of youth are painful but the memories are sweet. Today, I long for a magical piece of paper that allows me to re-draw those beautiful moments. That piece of paper, like a time machine, can take me back to those passionate days and re-experience the innocent friendship and endless passion. I want to use delicate brushstrokes to outline our fight side by side and record those oaths and commitments. I want to make that piece of paper full of color, just like the colorful colors of our youth. Every time I read it, I can be immersed in those beautiful memories, as if I have returned to that age full of hopes and dreams. I hope that piece of paper can be bound into a book, which will be the witness of our youth and a treasure in our hearts that will never fade. I will treasure it and let it accompany me through every spring, summer, autumn and winter, forever.