Nowhere to place youth
Give us that really have nowhere to youth
After, pass by, missed,
So we think oneself grow.
Finally can also in tears or pain inside disappointed to smile.
Exalted in sunny morning wrapped in thick protect the shell,
It is not not miss, original all remember, originally not sworn can forget.
That all the happy sad past, think of, just lately.
We make public of our exclusive youth, we unbridled so-called overbearing, actually we don't know anything.
Have been missing, there is always a person.
Have been forgotten, always one thing.
Lengthy youth even press, also still lets a person infinite nostalgia.
Two hands holding a bleak time, two people along the figure had gone, the two words can disguise of panic, two years later, can forget the place.
But whatever the memory, especially new youth or with long white wings to fly far, shout
It does not care about what we pray.
Many people put youth written in the novel.
Also have many people regard youth brought singing.
We always sad we vagaries of the youth.
It mixed with the naked sorrow,
Coil in the soul, engraved in the years ahead.
Actually, we don't know anything.
We couldn't hear the teacher we knew we after the fall of eclogue sigh,
We couldn't understand parents know we YiGouGou after the fall of the nag.
We also see that the devil in depravity of deep the listener smile.
We always can't troubled breathing,
The blood has a restless the factor.
So, the youth in-warranty delayed,
Let it at the most appropriate time to offer the most beautiful flowers.
At that time, we will understand the significance of youth.
Some beautiful, destined to after that bloom.
High school campus magnolia,
Scattered over step playground together,
Eat numerous times of the dining room,
A record us that really have nowhere to youth.
They are symbols of our youth,
Pain and clearly records the growth of the track.
Flowers, leaves and raindrops, the breeze.
Love, make public, entwine, depressed.
Always not escape something,
Youth reciprocating in our most pure age.
We will obediently the youth in our books,
So, soon after the sweet youth can harvest.
Only unto the we really have nowhere to youth