Youth is a dream that passes by in vain. When the sun sets and retreats, the dream has long since disappeared without a trace.
If life could change, would we have fallen off our bones long ago?
If life could sink, would we have gotten used to it already?
If birthdays could be confused, would we already be happy?
How many people once admired your appearance when you were young?
Who knows who is willing to endure the ruthless changes of time?
How many people have come and gone in your life?
Do you know that I will be with you all my life?
----"With You in My Life"