Copywriting: Those Youthful Dreams
That green first love
spinning in front of my eyes
someone said
Love at the age of sixteen or seventeen is not love
Just fall in love with the joy of love
When we stand at the top of time
Looking back again
Look at the yellowed youth in the memorial album
Those graffiti in self-study classes
Those failed papers
That corridor filled with laughter
Those confession walls filled with sweet words
Which oath is gone with the wind
and
The person I once loved
Is it qualified as unchanging forever?