Youth does not need to be annotated

Why on the long road

Pain always can't find fast exit

Happy time always unveiled in the daytime

Looking back, I found out that the past is just a dream.

If it is a mistake from the beginning

Then why

Why is it so wrong?

When everything will be a thing of the past

I know I should have forgotten you.

If you can forget then

I should also be able to

Yesterday's tears have already frozen in my heart.

Or the starry sky that has been affixed to that summer night is turned into a little bit of stars.

No matter how stubborn I have been waiting

Leave you the untitled poem

Maybe you never understood the meaning of it from the beginning to the present.

Today we became friends with each other.

So I shredded about your mood.

I look forward to no longer appearing about you when I wake up.

Time tells me that I can choose to remove her from your memory warehouse.

And I chose to commemorate

Turning over the yellow poems, I can’t find the feeling I once had.

I have to admit

Youth is a rushed poem without much comment