The river of years keeps washing the face,
Age, one year old and one year old, pushed me into the siege.
The distant places that I longed for in my youth,
collision with real life,
There is always a pair of inadequacies and a few tractions,
Let me step out of one yesterday after another.
Life is like a night story,
Suddenly, I found that
The man who once held you high,
People who have taken care of you and cared about you,
They are all in their twilight years,
And I'm still running for myself.
Originally felt that life is very long,
Looking at yourself in the mirror,
Looking at the child who is taller than me,
Looking at photos from my youth,
I can only talk to myself.
When I calm down, I always like to reminisce about the past,
Recalling the good old days of youth,
There is also a little bit of joy with him
What a wonderful time it was to be young,
Time flies,
Flowing like water,
The years urge us to grow old,
A little caught off guard,
A bit hard to accept.