The world sells cold and lonely, and we sell youth.

Every time is the mark of youth, and every story has its memory.

Be a fearless person of youth and a passionate person of life.

There are many separations in youth, but no matter how far away we are, we are still not over.

When that youth dissipated and the white doves soared on the top of the square, I could still vaguely remember those bits and pieces, which were warm.

The wind of this world will disrupt our rhythm, but it will never change the outcome of our landing.

The world will always give you more than you think.

I think there will always be someone waiting for me silently.

I maybe, and am not so alone.

Our youth is in a green meadow, in the clear blue sky and white clouds, in the afternoon when the breeze is gentle.

It remained, but it never took it away.

It is a memory, a bits and pieces, a past, a future, and a self.

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