The process of a bud blossoming into petals

Even sometimes broken-hearted by piece of metals,

We tend to live to the fullest while we are young,

Not certain if we are humans or Heaven's kings.

Like a Goblet of wind,

Don't we dare to let fly the emotions

From our youthful minds!

Having vulnerable feelings that can't

Be expressed precisely

We enjoy our lives merrily

No second thoughts about teen years

When we think that with maturity comes  

Great responsibility.