Youth belongs to me,
Mark my passion in January last year.
People say youth is red waves,
Then rolled draw the line.
Eyes only handle alone,
In his hand is the sword fighting.
Here I am,just a beginning of writing novels,
Every day is turned over a page,
Every turn over the page is a new day.
Why do I still love,
Because people make the sky dominate your own colors,
I painted with their colo