In childhood, innocent smiles graced our faces as we ran across lush green lawns with windmills in hand, our parents following closely behind. The sweat on our foreheads marked those carefree days, free from all worry and sorrow.
In our teenage years, we walked home with classmates, backpacks on our shoulders, humming the latest rock songs. We shared our sorrows with friends and shared our joys with them too. We grew and matured through the passing years.
In adulthood, we stepped out of university full of dreams, eager to carve out a bright future. Gradually, we acquired a car and a home, evolving from newcomers into professionals, and our families grew from a couple to a household of three. Life became filled with happiness and tranquility.
Now, silver hairs appear at my temples, and my health is no longer what it once was. Having retired from the workforce and seeing my children all grown, I see glimpses of my younger self and feel no regrets. As the sun sets, life settles into peace.
Farewell, youth. Looking back on the past, I am overwhelmed with emotion. Time flies like a white pony crossing a gap; in a flash, much of life has passed, and I only long to cherish the memories of my youth.