To the youth

Youth is like sand in the hand, hold tighter the more vulnerable. To leave it sooner or later, why should we care Age supposed to be egotistical, publicity. With the youth of color Can be willful and headstrong. Cat-like publicity, snarling at every turn. Can't stand a little hurt. In a corner licking their wounds, and after that little wanton andunrestrained madmen Singing in the wind, walk in the rain. Reckless fun as we follow in the footsteps of youth Because of their youth, young us., with the sharpest claws, injuries hurt. When the time passes by, grind time and reality of our head, Gu Ran back, Have been piercing…
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