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 over the past, already at the time of the washing becomesirrelevant

To have wasted a beautiful youth.

–Yang Qi

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