lying under the cherry tree, petals and eyelashes flying.
What a dazzling youth, a prophetic philosophy lesson,
existence and humanism, empirical certainty.
Youth is more naive, go to the street with K,
overthrow privatization, Interna is strong.
How hungry youth is, not necessarily a foodie, can't
stop eating, pasta and oyster shells.
How narrow is youth, scum and cheap,
no one can escape, they have to spread a few.
How astringent youth, only Picasso,
vowed to play Titanic only for her.
Youth is so drunk, there is meat and water, the
clouds and rains will come, and the sky will be sunny and rainbows will fall.
How terrified of youth, full of failure, with
a dream of literature, entered the nursery.
How crazy is youth, and the big dreams
are all in vain in the end, but so what?
How painful youth is, the fingers are connected to the heart, and the
sweetheart is gone, leaving a shadow in the air.
Youth is hot, can't touch it anymore.
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