Class 84

In the days of our youth, those wild and reckless memories;

In days of innocence and carefree joy, those tender, affectionate whispers;

Amid the laughter that rang out beneath the bright sun, those memories ground to dust;

Who sighs that time flies and the years flow like water?

Who gazes in the mirror while fixing her hair, tears falling as her beauty fades?

In my dreams, I can almost relive that sweet time when the clouds drifted by and the breeze was soft...