Goodbye, young man

If you can, let me forget you before you leave. The years are in a hurry. The old man of time is still dreaming his dream. He didn't teach us anything. He only taught us that there are no fairy tales in the world, but only joys and sorrows. Goodbye youth, but this "goodbye" is never seen again. If this thought wants to have wings, desire will make it measure the distance. Imperceptibly, tears drop on my paper, changed his original appearance. I close my eyes, the running figure, the innocent eyes, the beautiful face, hit my dream. Goodbye to youth, no matter whether you live a life that has nothing to do with me, at least the most beautiful memories. The far back, the lonely night, the blue and melancholy moonlight, playing on the cold quilt, shining the room, and I in the corner to form a yin-yang sky. Goodbye to the youth, accustomed to life without you, is my life. Goodbye youth, don't listen to who said, listen to the inner call. Fleeting years, people in a hurry. My youth is lucky. Because the world is so big, it's not easy to meet. Your coming, like God's gift to me, is full of wonder and subtlety. Your sudden break in has changed my world. No, everything you do ripples in my world. Goodbye, goodbye, never see each other again. Always filled with a thick sadness, nostalgia, reluctant to give up, pulling your nerves taut, blood vessels taut, like a sharp sword quickly pierced, painful feeling, but can not find the wound. The novel is a novel after all, the mutual separation is only a process, and the ending is doomed to be beautiful. But the cruelty of reality makes us accept the fact of separation. Goodbye youth, whether you want or not, and whether I agree or not, you go has become established. Goodbye to the youth, under the cherry tree, I can't tell if it's the petals or the rain. I can only hold an oil paper umbrella, under the tree, watching quietly. Cut off the space, no suspense, already expected, so before parting, began to miss. Goodbye youth, more hope no goodbye, only the temporary grounding of time ink line. We have to learn to say goodbye, to the facts that can't be changed, to the time that has passed, even to life. We turn the crying into silence, become so-called adults, and turn the unexpected things into the past that are irrelevant, sooner or later. Goodbye, my forever youth.