Shàoniánbùshíchóuzīwèi, zhǎngdà cái dǒng fùmǔ de xīnláo.
Youth does not know the taste of sorrow; only after growing up does one understand parents' toil.
Huíxiǎng dāngnián qiǎng shuō chóu de rìzi, zhēnshì shàoniánbùshíchóuzīwèi.
Looking back on those days of forced melancholy — truly, the young don't know what real sorrow tastes like.
