The Pieces (小情小愛)
Youth is just like the storm itself.
We cannot find our direction within it,but be blown up than threw down by it.
Take a look over the storm,we become a grown-‐up,
and find out the ash is such multicolored instead of grayish.
Youth is just like the storm itself.
We cannot find our direction within it,but be blown up than threw down by it.
Take a look over the storm,we become a grown-‐up,
and find out the ash is such multicolored instead of grayish.