“Do not hurt June, you do not finish my youth.”

REVIEW Time flies, remember that in June, is the kind of weather, such as the feeling of anxiety-like drizzle, we hugged tightly, just as closely linked to the heart and the heart is no gap between the.  Youth is the fountain of life free torrent.Or beautiful, or sad, or thin, or bright Yi parting June, the wind blows, melancholy eyes. – Inscription June misty rain, the slightest trace of sadness taste, I was alone with an umbrella, went to the place where we had the bloom of youth.Time quietly turned over the chapter, over a beautiful, sad, turned over turned over more of our youth in the past, so we grew up a long time and miss.    Memories of that time, our ignorant, seemed so innocent, yet so innocent.Full of youthful vigor, then we sitting in a classroom learning side by side, with the run play in the playground, although we quarrel, but the heart still gather together in unity.    Youth is a wonderful word, then we are like a flock of beautiful butterflies, colorful.Like a flock of birds cheerful, laughing sweet, more like a group just learned soaring eagle, unnecessary up courageously.We flaunt youth, sway with beautiful wish, our tireless pursuit of our dreams.We are full of desire, full of longing for the future carrying.    Time flies, remember that in June, is the kind of weather, such as the feeling of anxiety-like drizzle, we hugged tightly, just as closely linked to the heart and the heart is no gap between the.That year we separated in June, bright trace of sadness, separation of June that year, we are in the first season of wiping from the War.We said goodbye to each other.Bye bye for many years after.The youth do not finish, after June, each fly.    Turn fleeting light, cheerful running time, I can only catch the tail of youth, remembering our memories, our miss miss.Not just the enemy.    I alone came in the June rainy day old, the memories of that year parting June past many piles on the heart, heart hundred thousand turn back.    Today, in our youth slipping away, and now we are far apart, I would like to Mo lost not forget.