"The Boy"...).

"The Boy"

You are a teenager

The sunshine shines with you

Wherever encountered

I'll flash to the side

That graceful posture

That pleasant and clear cry

There are many roads ahead for you to jump

Behind him is an endless stream of envy

You know a lot

Some problems overwhelm youth

But I don't have any cold water to splash on

For you are the flame of jubilation

Babies are like tender foliage

Young and middle-aged charcoal is generally smouldering

The old people's past is like smoke

The depths of the years are swirling endlessly