Living Man

Later we could no longer hear the words we used to say when we were young I came to play with you after dinner In an instant, black hair and black hair become white. Who will I tell you when I grow old? If the spring breeze feels pity for the flowers, can you allow me to be young again? Flowers are similar every year, but people are different every year I wanted to buy sweet-scented osmanthus and drink it with me, but it didn't look the same. Young man wandering around