The years have passed with the dreams of a time full of longing and dreaming.

Time accidentally
does not wait for anyone to bring memories far away to the nostalgic region. School age with
memories now encapsulated all along a long journey. Unfinished love stories, love words left
open, but the wind stirred and swirled, whistling in the distance. Everyone has experienced youth
with purple mausoleums, stone chairs, and fiery red phoenix flowers yearning for a corner of the
schoolyard.

May comes with the sound of tu howling calling for dawn every morning, listening to
the cool breeze of the soul.

In May, welcoming summer with sudden showers, a little erratic weather suddenly
reminds us of the years of students. Bringing up memories and lingering on a secret
unnamed emotion, still intact in the nostalgia of the year. Summer is coming... a season
of parting and... remembering.

Perhaps meeting each other is not predestined, it is also fate, the arrangement of the
Creator for people to rush into each other's lives. Our school years passed with deep
memories in our minds. The red phoenix, with its purple mausoleum, suddenly dyed the
school yard. The souls of young people seem to settle down, a minute of remembering
with a little bit of sadness. In fact, there are simple things, but when we are far away, we
almost realize it. Summer is coming, cicadas are bustling, and phoenixes are suddenly
flooded with shimmering sunlight. This afternoon, walking in the heart of the city,
suddenly felt light-hearted. A gentle breeze suddenly reminds me of those afternoons,
reminds me of a time when I once dreamt, once dreamed. Everyone has their own path
when it comes to making a living. The predestined meeting is only fond nostalgia, so
that each time we remember, our feelings are still the same as last year.

Time is unintentional, and then at some point we pass each other like strangers,
invisible in the flow of people up and down. But even so, in our memories, each of us
still retains the most beautiful, pure, and innocent things of the loving 17-year-old. The
pink phoenix wings that once pressed into the pages of a notebook are now lingering in
the sky of dreams.

Although I know I will miss and regret it, life is a long journey including a series of days
of meetings and parting. Remembering makes life more poetic. On this fast-paced life,
we have spent the most beautiful student years together, now packing everything into a
deep corner of memories.

Always keep the sweet aftertaste in your heart. Tomorrow you will still smile when you
think about it. We are really stuck. The phoenix starts to burn, the cicadas are chirping.
We have passed such a summer of separation, and now we are really stuck. Youth does
not come back twice. After that, there will be inconsolable regrets. Many things have
not been exchanged, sulking aimlessly and a whole sky of nostalgia. Suddenly, I wish to
return to that summer once again, to build dreams together, to experience the moment
of living with burning dreams, still as carefree as ever.

Even though we're apart, even though we're sorry, this heart is still etched in our hearts
forever.