In That Youth, We Were Just Right

Bicycle under the shade of trees It's the waiting of youth Candy in a wishing bottle It's the dialogue of youth Every flower has its own trace of blooming Every dream will leave behind dew drops after it disperses Just like the youth we walked together The encounter between him and her was like two poles of a magnet, repelling and attracting each other. Their youth was as colorful as a rainbow. So your youth has arrived as promised, but it is still dusty...