Youth Chores

All the prosperity in the world has become poetry and painting. We ride horses in the long river of time, chasing the magnificent clouds on the horizon. Sweat in the chirping of cicadas in midsummer, and climb bravely in the snow in cold winter. Youth is as gorgeous as fireworks, and it disappears like a flash in the pan. We met in the best years, but we couldn't keep the time of separation. After all, you and I are just passers-by, but I am also very grateful to you for accompanying me in this best years.