Youth, I am the master

Decadence is not the epitaph of youth

Frustrated unable to register tomorrow's trademark

I am the coolest and coolest myself.

No one can copy

The choked end in the middle of the night

The beach of life does not have a dreamy sail

I am awake at the last second of the night.

Hand over a bright business card in the dark

Handed over to a lonely book

Wet smile opens on small flowers in the morning

All ambushes are exposed in the sun

Ignore all the so-called rumors

I ran my direction in a fast pace.

The low-yield fire has long been extinguished

Requiem is a fun song for the weak

I'm still me

Lay your own path along the initial trajectory

False eyes don't hide any facts

Secret flowers have already poured their minds

Years do not need a beautiful lie to decorate a page of life

My youth, I am the master

Please let go

Let me free and let go of my madness

Let me go alone to chase the city lit by the dawn

There

Hyacinth and violet are inciting a new liberation

About life about love