风在轻轻的呢喃,

                          诉说着与云的牵绊.

                          水在缓缓地流淌,

                          不经意落花的眷恋.

                          不知道花儿能开多久,

                          不知道云儿要走多远.

                          可是啊!

                          人生却是如此,

                          走着走着就老了.

                          不愿想未来,

                          思绪总是徘徊在从前.

                          心总在不停的问:

                          就这样老了?

                          还没好好经营青春就老了?

                          年轻真好啊!

                          失去了,

                          才知道:

                          年轻多么值得珍惜,留恋!