You only smell my perfume,but not see my sweats;
You have your own rules,but I have my own choice;
You can deny my presence,but I will determine my future;
You can laugh at my destitution and no qualification of love,but I feel sorry for your waiting and waiting;
You can look down on our youngth,but we will prove who is the age belonging to;
Dream is a lonely travel destinedly,the way of which being full of questions and laughs;
But what matters,we should live beautifully,even if we are beaten black and blue.