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In full bloom, in the spring breeze
Youth is a ignorant and moving,
Injury always leaves drift from place to place,
Wish the sun tomorrow,
Burning my dreams fade away.
Youth is a busy work, however,
He is the passage of time,
Immerse in time,
In the heart of fermentation,
In full bloom in the scorching sun tomorrow.
Who is the wonderful life and stop the footsteps,
As the fence could not prevent climbing the morning glory,
Could not prevent torrential rivers and mountains,
Wind and snow could not prevent the wings of an eagle.
Life is doomed to be the process from agitation to serene,
By the gorgeous to insipid.
All emotional vibes will eventually in the past,
All the color noise will vanish.
If you love life,
If you photograph sex you,
Please unfold itself,
The wind slowly,
Ageless fantasy.
