Pain? Betray? Lonely? What has youth left to us? When youth runs counter to me and goes further and further away, I begin to miss the unscrupulousness of those frivolous years.
Youth blooms passionately at the fingertips, and I am willing to love you with all my heart.
Youth is a torment, and in the end it turns into a scar that no time can erase. I'm not sad, just lonely sometimes.