There are some things we do not need to say, casual, otherwise we will just add pathos; some people, we don't have to wait too long, otherwise we will have time to also follow to forget; some memories, we need to implant the mind; some feelings, we can be used to wonder if life. Lonely text, a touch of sadness, hold a memorial ceremony for the season autumn, in commemoration of our grief at separation and joy in union youth......

One day flowed, who fail to live up to the memory of time? What makes us be at a loss what to do, what makes us cry, be rather baffling and be rather baffling smile? Don't know, maybe it is time we be overcome by one's feelings, perhaps we suddenly a self, or restless wind provoke portions of the do what one wishes without restraint of the rainy season, lost this season belongs to our young no more heart and chill autumn, wet be fearless, belong to our youth.

Time will not wait for me., we have rain, we too would not come back, we can pay no heed to the don't care about yourself to others, we can also love themselves a bit more independent of wind and rain, we also can love yourself more than love love for life a few years. We can use the most clear heart over all, with the most leisurely posture against youth, with the most gentle feelings back, for the flower, and several spring and autumn.

We can use the most clear heart over all, with the most leisurely posture against youth, with the most gentle feelings back, for the flower, and several spring and autumn.

We are waiting for the youth, at the crossroads of the passage of time, until finally the "Youth", he hit the road together with, there have been tears, there have been laughter; a strange city, a casual rain, a young and no more heart, the youth or covered with scars, the youth and dream. Wet. After the storm, we treat each other and youth take up arms, finally does not know that we are the dream did not get it, or it's a contemptuous disregard and a dig? Who was who was singing in the youth, who who to talk to heart talk about dreams, who is to assist financially regardless of day and night, who talked about whether honorable or humble?

Who was who was singing in the youth, who who to talk to heart talk about dreams, who is to assist financially regardless of day and night, who talked about whether honorable or humble? We can make friends with the youth, indissoluble amorous feelings we can forgive the youth, maybe we just wishful thinking and self assertion, lousy choice of word of heartbeat and heaven and hell gap, it tears, together with the lost and uneasy, the youth drenched tremble, the green spring break pumping heart pain.

We love to make mistakes, and we make mistakes, because most of the feelings of the time too love brains, but when the brain was too emotional love. Along the way, some people too early to see through the secret of life, and some people in the world realized too late. Life on the road what will eventually come, we have nowhere to run; the go doomed to want to walk, we cannot hold. This is the youth gives us, also we give youth the best answer.

The thought of their heart when sleeping for many years, finally can open, original all is only Nanke dream, the world has changed, only their own stubborn struggling with the thought as strong as iron belief. When I look back, originally their young hearts really can not afford to lose, it is we can't afford to toss about.

Along the academic ranking way, we will always at odds with youth, or there will not be a rebellious youth, be reduced to fragments of the soul, stubborn even "sorry" will not easily say "never mind", even just says, not everything can be indifferent, only around the body slightly tease the annoying smell, too all the restless, solidification in a hurry footsteps, suddenly come to nothing. The transient ablation of enthusiasm, original all is only weakness lends wings to rumours., together with scars, lose one's beyond recognition of youth, we are unwilling to be see.

Years of quiet time, Enron, we always want to try to remember every day the youth bright appearance, but the passage of time, time to go too fast, everything came too suddenly. None of the wind and rain, drink youth pain and shame......