This is a collection of fragments about youth
"How can I let you meet me at my most beautiful moment?"
There are sunshine, alleys, long benches and the sparse shadows cast by rustling leaves on the concrete floor.
There is a basketball court, white shirts, dresses and red dancing shoes that dance in circles...
It's all about spring, the fairy tale of spring's new green grass and light blue sky
But like blooming ice flowers breaking in the air,
As if the wings that were spreading were broken,
Dreams are shattered, emotions are depressed, and fairy tales are just as cruel.
Youth turns out to be just a beautiful dream
Every bright beginning will be given a rainy ending
The fairy tale of youth does not last long,
While walking, you have to endure the pain of stepping on the tip of a knife.
Finally, all the dreams about spring turned into foam and sank into the sea of reality.
Sea, deep blue.
It was me who took up the pen called youth,
To compose your blue-like deep sadness.