Youth bloom season

Youth bloom season

I don’t know when,

Have already remembered your smile,

Beautiful and pure, beautiful and tempting.

Six years in a hurry,

Time passes by,

The sun and the moon are like arrows.

Friends may be in the same day.

Classmates may never see.

But the beautiful smile is pure,

The tempting words last forever.

I don’t know when,

Like to raise your hand,

Let the sun shine through your fingers,

Look at the white clouds, the sun is soft.

The wind crossed the dreamy trajectory.

Let the red maple of that tree remember.

Let that all fascinate me.

Youth always blooms.

Classmates may never see you again.

but,

I remember you guys.

Remember you,

afraid,

Never see...

Sixth grade: Nissen Pure