All finales have been determined
All tears have for the journey departed
Yet I forgot how you, my Youth started
In the old summer never to return
However hard I try to quest
You, my Youth just flits away like a cloud shadow
Your smiling countenance is so pale, so shallow
Vanishing into the mountains after sunset
Turning slowly the yellowed title page
Stapled deadly clumsy by fate
With tears reading again and again
I have to admit
Youth is a fleeting book