Live poetry

At that time, I was young, holding a sword in the rivers and lakes, but I was helpless in the depths of the rivers and lakes. In a blink of an eye, my youth has become the past, leaving nothing behind.

That year, I wore makeup and leaned against the floor to see the moon. I didn't care. How do I know that youth is fleeting, and the red makeup between my fingers turns into a ghosting image, leaving only my thoughts.

These two poems mainly emphasize that time flies, young people will get old by the end of the year, and it is difficult for beautiful people to stay young. It is suggested that you can listen to an ancient song called "Young Children in Jianghu".