We are all too young to know how to save. Youth is squandered, love is divided into two ends.
But in my heart, I will also have it. I understand that time is wasted, and I feel overwhelmed by the rapid changes.
We will all grow up, we will all cry for love, we will all be sentimental, and we will all smile bitterly and say we accept our fate.
Clear, the pupils are still clear. Even so, we will all grow up.