Who will pay for my youth?

               Who will pay for my youth?

I watched the leaves on campus suddenly burst into tears, Could not help but hand to touch them, perhaps their own, and they have the same destiny, so there are feelings connected with the disease. I know that maybe only I can feel their helplessness and loneliness, because I often use the camera mode car to cuptured them, baby leaves, do not cry! No one feel sad that we do not go anywhere, a alone become a habit that will not hurt.

There will always be an illusion：I do not belong to the raucous Red! But how are they escape, Everytime and hit the oncoming stranger face to face, I will not help slow down the peace of their own, because I like to hear their heart, because I want to know their heart is not struggling like me? From the pen camera can see now I looked haggard, nothing like normal people.

I was not already hopeless? Every day with their own brilliant smile to greet all, but there will always be unprepared in case of their own have no reason to fall into the mud flow being sad.

Human” character, although only a simple two-strokes, but it also extends to the two extremes of unlimited, I stood for my life to the turnoff and the hesitation and uncertainty which ones to wander, Not no target is not do not know what I want, but always for my next step to put the hesitation.

Those who use the pen with camera in this dress of the youth why the vicissitudes of life in the groaning and struggling alone? Cycle next life I can choose what kind of imprinting in the world to exist? Con I do not make a person? Flowers why litter the wings to the sky and understand the desire to fly? How to release those who have the “War”? learn to forget, is not it can no longer to sad? their youthful elegy why only their singing with tears not vanish into absolute sound?

Who will pay for my youth?