Young Apollo

I know a young man who has eyes as clear as stars and a smile as soft as white clouds. Sometimes he is as cold as the mountains in the north, sometimes as warm as the breeze in the south. I like this boy I know a group of interesting people. Some of them are as dazzling as the sun, while others are as silent as grass. Some are as strong and stubborn as the pines of the Han Dynasty, while others are as changeable and cunning as the summer showers. I like this group of people I know that boy may not love me I know there are people in that group who don't like me I know the story won't be as beautiful as a fairy tale I know that prosperity is just a moment of beauty But I still want to thank life for allowing me to encounter such wonderful things in my youth. Thanks to my youth, I have Apollo-like passion and impulse to love those lovely teenagers