Youth's Ode

Youth is a song yet to be done,
Each note sparkles with the light of hope.
We dash on the strings of time,
Playing the symphony of dreams and freedom.
The passion on the basketball court,
The sound of reading in the classroom,
All are the unique chants of youth.
The poplar by the playground,
Has seen our innocent faces,
Rustling in the wind, applauding for youth.
On the path of youth, there's confusion and adventure,
Like oars seeking direction in the mist.
But the flame in the heart never dies,
It burns every night of chasing dreams.
We water the soil of hope with sweat,
Let the flower of youth bloom gorgeously.
The laughter and tears along the way,
Are woven into the poem of youth.
Time will pass, and stories will fade,
But the melody of youth will always linger,
Flowing quietly in the long river of life,
Leaving endless beautiful reveries.