Like a beginner to taste the bitterness of youth,

I do not add more color in April.

After all I went through the garden called the Four Seasons.

Only replaced the eye-catching flowers,

No childlike spinach.

So ready for picking the fruits of summer,

I love sweet orange will send only the fruit lady.

So I embarked on a go back to the time train

Occasionally smell the breath of youth, bottles of perfume,

Suddenly came appetite,

After much deliberation ordered a cup of coffee called time ......

\"I'm sorry, we are left with the last cup of loneliness you can not afford ...\"