The Past

When you think about your childhood,chasing with your friends on the grassland.The past taste like strawberry juice,sweet to your tone and then to your throat.

When you think about your childhood, running about with your friends (or "chasing your friends" on the grassland, the past tastes like strawberry juice, sweet first to your tongue and then to your throat. (or "sweet to your tongue and then running to your throat")
When u think about first time you fall in love,kissing with your first girlfriend secretly beside an apple tree.The past taste like red wine,you fall into the mellow taste and cant get out from it.

When you think about the first time you fell in love, kissing your first girlfriend (or sweetheart) in secret beside the apple tree, the past tastes like red wine; you fall into the mellow taste and can not climb out from it (or "get out of it")
When you think about first time when your heart got broken,crying tears get your pillow wet. The past taste like bitter chinese medicine,the endless bitter make u never want to drink it again.

When you think about the first time when your heart was broken (or "your first heartbreak"), your pillow becomes wet with tears. The past tastes like bitter Chinese medicine; the endless bitterness makes you want to never drink it again.
No matter who are you,where are you from,what is your gender,no matter you are rich or poor,we all get the same past.

No matter who you are, where you are from, no matter if you are male or female, or rich or poor, we all have the same past.
(just some thoughts from today,hope anyone can correct and polish my writings here,thank you!)

This is absolutely, absolutely beautiful :)) I love the idea that we all have the same past, and your entry felt so real to me that it seems true. Thank you for sharing this)