Everyone has youth.
Those things that happened in youth,
Some people remember,
Some people have forgotten.
Those teachers who used to teach in the classroom,
Maybe he's already old.
Those test papers that I have done before,
Maybe it has already turned into ashes.
The sweat that was shed in the classroom
Already gone with the wind...
But those feelings in youth,
Who dares to say that no trace can be found.
Youth!
Just walk away slowly like this,
But the memories of my youth,
But it has never been so clear.
I just want to tell a story,
Of course not mine,
But his story,
Just an ordinary little story.
Motto: There is always something worth remembering about the past.