When I Was Young

I was young at that time, and I didn't take it seriously because of the ups and downs. Sometimes persistent, sometimes hesitant, sometimes sad, sometimes crazy. When I was young, I always had endless songs to sing, endless words to say, silly stares at the sky, and crazy fantasies about textbooks. When I was young, I was still so naive. I stepped into the complex and ever-changing society without hesitation. In the darkness, I could always find a glimmer of light. Green hair, black skin, hidden-colored eyeballs, slightly raised eyebrows full of contempt, lips curved upward, and a hint of self-evident domineering. Disdainfully, he always puts his hand in his large pocket, and taking it out always means declaring war. After winning, he frowned and said nothing. The winner never has anything to say to the loser. Losing may be impossible. The only one who can defeat him is himself. At that time, he was still young and couldn't listen to gossip or manage time. He had plenty of energy and squandered his youth. That was when he was still young, but his loneliness lingered in his heart. His ignorant teammates were getting farther and farther away, and each victory hurt him deeper. Although he is a king, he can never taste his own happiness. The last leaf fell, winter came, and he lost.