I don't want to be called a child, but...
I don't want to be an adult yet.
I love pretty things, but I also want to wear elegant items.

She feels these wavering feelings.
There is no need to rush.
I want her to cherish her various feelings.

Now that she is an adult, I feel that such time is fleeting and will never come around again.
Every moment is equally beautiful and joyful, and sometimes it can test us.