The Wind of Youth, Those Three Years

That rainy season, our youth was as joyful as the wind. Youth has the smell of the ginkgo forest after the rain; Youth has the smell of a library that lasts forever; Youth has the sound of the waves of the eternal river; Youth, there is the back of you and me chasing wantonly in the sun; We transform in the wind, but we dissipate in the wind. Those three years of youth, those three years of spring breeze, those three years of you and me, Have you forgotten?