Finally, I have to say goodbye in this boundless summer.
The sky is blue, and the smell of gardenia is floating in the wind.
We walked hand in hand on the path at dusk for the last time and heard someone singing the song we once sang in the sunset. We smiled at each other.
This kind of singing reminds us of the past that is gone forever, and of the countless separations we have seen in the past days.
We used to sing in those places, but today it's our turn.
Let's shake hands and say goodbye in the summer wind.
For this farewell, we used the whole youth as a foreshadowing.
We have made all the preparations, and there will never be such a grand farewell in this life, but tears still come out of our hearts, just like those lost youth that never come back.
You told me to stop crying. We will never forget the past, and we believe that there will be eternity in this world.
But why? When I looked up, I saw tears in your eyes.
Then let's have a good cry.
In this summer's wind, holding your hand, let us recall the days we passed together again, recall those dreams that are gone forever, and let everything pass in our hearts again.
This may be the last and gentlest summer in our young years.
After this summer, we will face many seasons and many times of parting.
But there can be no such summer, and there will be no such goodbye.
We will think of this summer again and again, all the laughter and tears, all the sobriety and intoxication, all the friendship.
Years later, we will open the yellowed commemorative album somewhere. All the handwriting will be blurred, only the gardenia we put in the book still retains the last fragrance of this summer.