The vows we once made, the hopes we burned. We have suffered. The last one is Growing up, what song is this one?

We used to be a group of young people with a strong desire to perform, interpreting our youth on different stages, we have nothing, but we can still hold our heads high, we have ideals, great ideals, we can use our insignificant strength to support our great ideals. We swore that we must not live like our fathers, we just want to play soccer well, we never raise our hands in class, we feel that no one can answer our questions, we are a group of proud young people, we would rather be the generation that crosses over and enjoys it. \r\n\r\n \r\n \r\n I don't know when we learned to sing an elegy to our youth, we grew up, we knew a lot, but we realized that we had more confusion, so we tried to raise our hands, but we found that no one responded. All those ideals we had, they were gone, and in its place was endless desire, desire that kept burning, we learned to smile, to give in, to compromise, we became slaves to our desires, we became shallow and assholes, we lacked creativity in both the big things and the little things, and so we acted out desperately, and demanded approval desperately, and we learned to lie, but then felt guilty after we told the panic. That will make the originally interesting things become uninteresting, we should go to discover, can not stop, go forward, failure is not regret, not only is the courage, but also confidence in life, in fact, there is no real difference between things, different because we are biased, then, when we can not agree with the right view, go to see the bias, see what they really are, as long as they are sincere and true, it is worth a look. of the world, they are worth looking at, and that is one of the uses of life. \r\n\r\n \r\n For love, when we are y burned by the excitement of lust, we must wake up, we are not in love, we are indulging in lust, please smack yourself a big mouth and then return to the right path, one does not work, and then smack again, until the face is swollen, and then look into the mirror to see who we really are, then we will see what the slave of desire looks like.