A bright, innocent smile graced our faces. Holding windmills, we ran through verdant lawns with our parents following closely behind. Sweat would bead on our foreheads unnoticed. There were no worries, no sorrows.
In our teenage years,
We walked home with classmates, backpacks on our shoulders, humming the latest rock songs. When we were sad, friends shared our sorrows; when we were happy, we shared our joys. Slowly, we matured and grew up.
In adulthood,
Full of dreams, we stepped out of university, eager to carve out a bright future. Gradually, we acquired a car and a house; we transformed from naive newcomers into seasoned professionals. Our homes evolved from a duo to a family of three. Life was filled with happiness and tranquility.
And now,
A few silver strands appear at our temples, and our health is not what it used to be. Having retired from the professional world, seeing our children grow up—it feels as if we are seeing ourselves in their youth. My heart is at peace, without regrets. As the sun sets, life feels serene.
Farewell, youth. Looking back at the past, I am filled with emotion. Time flies like a galloping horse; in a flash, half of life has passed. Only youth remains in my memories.