Will we meet again?
We met in a one-way street.
That summer, hot summer.
Lazy papers can't satisfy the precipitation of our youth.
On graduation day, I was torn to pieces.
The meteor also broke off the track yesterday.
I can't see whose face it is, my eyes are blurred.
Turn on the memory playback, and everything stops.
Parting, but also talk about what is owed and what is not owed.
Maybe I whitewashed the bitterness under the rain in order to meet each other better.
In a hurry, I got stuck on the beach.
Memories are like frozen blood and cocoons.
A picture of laughter and laughter, a teacher's misty lens
Records are like morning glory in the corner, fragrant and exquisite.
What regrets do you have, waiting for tears to overflow your glands?
Stretch sleepiness, in a dream moment
When will the movement of thought stand still in the morning?
Who can meet who and have a chat.
The year we walked together, the year we couldn't take away.
It is too late to say goodbye for the last time.
Can I have another look?
Carve out your outline and come to my mind.
Frolic around the table, love around the table.
I wonder if the figure of the stadium can still be vigorous.
Fortunately, what has passed away is enough for us to pay homage.
See you in June, friend. Goodbye! Time flies, just like that fleeting moment, I hurried to June and said goodbye again.
It's June in primary school, June in junior high school and June in senior high school. I don't know why I always say goodbye in this June, in this hot summer. Perhaps it is because of this hot summer that the sadness of parting can be diluted. Spring is the time to work hard, and it is obviously inappropriate to leave in this season. Autumn, fruitful, is the harvest season, but it is inevitable that there is an autumn sadness, which will only aggravate. It doesn't play well in winter. It's freezing, and everything in the world is quiet and sleeping. Only this hot summer, like a fire, burns the feeling of parting.
We all know clearly that all good things must come to an end? But every time I leave, I am still reluctant to go. I suddenly remembered Adu's Farewell, so I broke these shoes, watched the road we walked with you, said everything I wanted to say but dared not, and then silently blessed you, drank that glass of sake, remembered to wipe some dirt, and remembered that this is still your home.
My brothers and friends, you are about to leave and embark on a new journey. I'm suddenly scared, afraid of your departure. How can I spend this day without you? But I can't tell you that. I have to reassure you and let you travel with peace of mind. I don't want to say goodbye. I hate to say goodbye. I know that the short parting is only for our next better reunion. I look forward to the day when we stand at the top of the pyramid and start to change the world and realize our unfinished dreams.
We are like a car full of people sitting on the same train. Just for some reason, I got off the bus intermittently at the passing bus stop. We know that this will not be the destination, because there will always be scenery that we all love, and eventually we will meet in the scenery that we love.
Sad parting, fortunately happened in June. In this hot summer, let the warm wind warm everything.
The light smoke rising in June is our attachment to each other, and those memories of the past, we will keep it to the old age.