The youth of eighteen years old should be passionate, flamboyant, unscrupulous, and maverick.
So, I want to get rid of, want to fight, want to overthrow, want to leave.
Four years later, I went round and round and returned to the starting point.
What to lose, what to gain
What to regret and what to be thankful for
So pull out all the thorns and smooth out all the edges.
So I learned to think
I've been in pain, cried, laughed, and made trouble
But no regrets, no regrets
Whose youth is pain-free?
Whose youth is not confused?
Whose youth is not lonely?
Whose youth is not crazy?
Everyone's youth shines!
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