My youth is like a skylight where you can see the blazing sun and the stars. I have also leaned out of that window to see spring flowers. I have looked at the luxuriant leaves of summer. I have praised the high winds of autumn and breathed in the withered things in winter. All things are good and bad, beautiful and miserable. No matter what, they are the pages of my youth. The pages of the book, the sunset, the calm breeze, all prove my youth, so my youth is not a regret.
Purpose: exercise