There were sixteen candles burning on the cake
Those sixteen dancing flames
It illuminated my sixteen-year-old journey
It ignited my passion at the age of sixteen
from now on
I will rewrite my history
The sixteenth birthday is red
That's the sun hanging in the sky
Always radiant
My sixteenth birthday is my starting line
when i step onto the intersection
I have no choice
Yes
I can only sprint
Can't look back
The sixteen-year-old adolescence tells the story of the ups and downs of high school. The bitter part is the person who has no girlfriend (boyfriend); the sour part is seeing his partner playing with other members of the opposite sex; the spicy part is the smell of liquor after a breakup. The taste of adolescence - the ups and downs, the bitterness and the bitterness, will be tasted as you grow up. You can't guess what a sixteen-year-old is thinking. Now when I think back to that time, I can't help but smile. The reason I smile is because I was naive and didn't know how to have fun playing with my friends.