Youth Has No Regrets, You and I Are Both Passers-By

That summer, the sun was just right and the breeze was not dry. They spent their youth in a Pugaoli. Youth is a dream that exudes dazzling light; it is a hope watered by tears and sweat; it is the struggle of three years of hard study; it is the silent street at five o'clock in the morning; it is also the love that has passed away before it was even talked about! |