Have I forgotten something and know when to return to my first graduation night? The light is dim, so it is difficult to clearly identify the car type. Beautiful melody permeates the quiet night sky, and a dim lone star's melancholy eyes float in every corner of the audience. Anxiety helps to numb my hands. I still stopped tapping some neatly arranged hands. I know why black and white keys appears again. I know there are some bright waters shining along the road in black and white keys. Before I realized my face was covered with tears, I had stepped into my eyes. The faint sobbing was drowned out by the wonderful piano sound. I'm worried about authenticity, beauty, sadness and sadness. Put on the intoxicating music curtain, hope is endless, never touch black and white keys, doomed to loneliness, wandering hands, stopping back and forth, expecting aestheticism, once meeting with me, everything backfired, and then the wonderful movie disappeared, except music, which ended with laughter. Today, I looked at the distant back, stretched out my hands to retain the general hope and continue to interpret the reunion and separation of the graduation protagonist, stopped performing, and walked with my luggage on my back.
At the same age, I have a similar experience with the campus. The end point and the starting point appear alternately. I once remembered happiness and publicity. Does it remind me of similar memories? The lonely stage is over. Some joys and sorrows, some confusion, some farewell, some tears, some affectionate embrace. Who can be true? After graduation, I cared about my youth for a long time. Who can sigh? I waited for the curtain to fall. I'm waiting for the journey ahead. I bravely face the sunshine and fly to my dream. I am waiting for the story ahead. I remember my starlight life.
Some flowers bloom and some green leaves always regret that the years are short, and the sea, green land and leaves have fallen. Sing some real tears. The midsummer sky disappears with the wind, and the music is not over yet. Youth is gone. Give me some wind and rain, lean against the fence, watch the flowers, watch the flowers, watch the flowers, watch the flowers, watch the flowers, and sing with a smile. I smile in silence. If the blessings are connected, the time will be short.
Record-Bohai Sea, I waved to Sincerity. Who suddenly received my forehead, turned around and left, and where did they take it with them? When we meet in a song, I whisper my thoughts, write down my blessings to my friends and write down my parting notes.