Youth is like a dream, like a dream, like a poem, like a song, like a painting.
Our dreams took on wings at this time,
Hovering in everyone's sky, never falling for a long time...
The youthful years gave me a peaceful road,
On the road, there is love, pain, and hope...
Who is watching the flowers bloom quietly?
Butterfly spreads its wings?
Whose youth is not poetry?
Keep everything that belongs to you,
In that colorful moment,
I have the final say over my youth!
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