Class 84

Those crazy and unruly past events in my youth; Those passionate and tender whispers in those innocent and romantic days; Those crushed and crushed memories in the sunshine's laughter; … Who laments that time flies by and the years are fleeting? Who is dressing up in the mirror, crying, and losing her beauty with age? … In the dream, I seemed to be reliving the sweetness of the clouds rolling in the clouds and the gentle breeze...