there are gains of all our losses

there are blames for all our pain

but when youth, the dream,departs

it takes sth from our hearts

and it never comes again

we are stonger, and are better

under manhood's sterner reign

still we feel that sth sweet

following youth, with flying feet

and will never come again

sth beautiful is vanished

and we sigh for it in vain

we behold it everywhere

on the earth ,and in the air

but it never comes again