There is a beauty called cardamom time, it is green and beautiful symbol, there is a passage of time called water

When the morning's first ray of sunshine is aspersed to the earth, the rub sleepy eyes, I said goodbye to the yesterday's bleak willingly, look forward to create belong to today's elegant demeanour, I in the dorm on that a flash mirror, stretch my arms, to embrace I wake up, but the figure in the mirror, suddenly feel is so vague, confused. Am I not myself? The passage of time has forgotten me in the Courier station of youth. I am startled. Years of wheels relentless crush my youth, it has broken into a bit of wreckage, canthus also branded under the years of wrinkles. At the moment disappointment with old and interdependent. Cheeks no longer have the elasticity of youth, the body no longer flow of youthful passion, the heart no longer have youth ignorant.

Think of their own age, time shuttle in a circle of turn, the pendulum of time in desperately shaking, like a fleeting time, my dream and how much, how much of my youth. Yet I have no answer to all this.

I had a beautiful view at my last stop. Can the next station is calm life. I desperately look for my shadow, but now my footsteps have been tired, I have no fantasy hazy feelings, no former passion of fighting spirit, no heart incomparable grand, only a tired heart.

Vicissitudes of life, washed my humble soul, confused life, cast my stubborn personality, time lock, imprisoned my impulse, time shuttle, shook my cang mulberry appearance, the pain in the bottom of my heart. Is unable to use the steps back time.

Time goes by day by day, it recorded my joys and sorrows. Calendar is also torn in a page, a piece of memory wreckage, I can not pick up, because time can not stay for someone. The pace is in a hurry, day after day, year after year, and I am carrying the lost rings.

In my dreams I am still looking forward to the beauty of the next station, and in my eyes I am still looking for the youth gone by. So in front of that mirror according to the beauty and ugliness of the world, good and evil, I calmly accepted the baptism of time, I relieved my soul, because time carries away my past, can keep is my real life now, I can only bravely step up to catch up with the footsteps of youth, step by step with the steadfast. Calm, quiet state to go... .