The days were old and dull.
Sparkles on the skies which never dye,
Prepared for the next life,
We thought days were long enough for all,
But at the end,
It's time to grow.
He said: Be the one you never be.
Youth.
A period we take it for granted and
at last, pay for it.
Time.
Wish we could turn back to the good old days.
Now, everyone are stressed out.
But, guys, it's time.