The youth

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