Listen to your own songs and weave the fairy tales of your dreams. Our lives are simple, very happy, very beautiful.
Do what you love to do and work hard to achieve your dreams. Life is short, but time is gone. Youth is like a napkin, poked, broken. Clasp your hands and pray reverently to God.
Oh my God, you slow down, because I prefer to lie on the grass and listen to Jay Chou's "My Territory".
I always felt that my youth was like a paper airplane made by the little boy next door. Coming with the wind, it brings me colorful dreams and colorful memories. So I became crazy, started to be grumpy, and even tried to start, to start my own love. Mom said, bury them in your heart, don't worry about the seductive shell of youth, do what you have to do, you will find the deeper connotation of youth.
Youth belongs to madness, it belongs to rebellion, and youth belongs to us.
To love youth is to love life.
Shouting, "On my turf, you have to listen to me." This is my youth, my youth.
The little girl looked at me strangely, she didn't understand, she was too pure; the uncle stared at me in disgust, he didn't understand, he was too complicated. Only I understand, because youth belongs only to me.
Even if I am treated like a fool by others, it is not a big deal, because I have youth and free myself.
Hahahahaha, youth is like this, so impermanent, so crazy.