Buried Youth

Those were days in the clouds, Those were the years of squandered youth, Those are memories that have never been buried by time, Those are the past that flow through the fingertips but have never been dried. What is love, Shy or excited? What is a promise? Stand still or look at each other forever? What is happiness? Hugging each other and crying or is it just ordinary? Many years later, I stand on the street corner, Snow leaves fall on the corners of my eyebrows, Turn into a drop of crystal tears... Love is still there, Things have changed and people have changed, I held up the elf in the corner of my eye, Listen to the wind singing...