1 "parting" A breeze blew.
Welcome this summer.
The wheel of time turns very fast.
a short while
We will leave soon.
Dear teachers and classmates, we are about to part.
No matter where we are
Please don't forget each other.
Don't forget the hilarious scene in grade one.
Don't forget the love rain in the second day of junior high school.
Don't forget the tense music in grade three.
Don't leave with unhappiness.
Dear alma mater
How many bits and pieces have you recorded?
How many winds, frost and drizzle have been recorded?
How many color separations have been recorded?
See how many students have passed level three.
In this summer.
We're here to break up.
I wonder when we can get together again.
On the day of parting, you should pack your bags.
On this day, we will sail and sail.
On this day, I want to watch you go.
This day is coming.
The season of parting
Can you stop being sad?
Nobody wants to be a middleman in this game.
I thought you would leave quietly.
But I still can't comfort myself.
I said that if we meet for a long time, we will meet again.
I said I would let you accompany me for the rest of my life.
How many habits will you change?
How many changes should we adapt to?
How many dreams are worth chasing?
How many chases are drifting away with dreams.
How many times have I turned around and you sat next to me?
I don't know how long it will take to get familiar with this change.
How many times have I said I graduated?
Caring for each other, silent, uncontrollable sadness
I cried, laughed, dreamed and said I was sorry.
I love and hate being drunk and saying I'm sorry.
We got together and cried, only goodbye.
I smile with sadness.
Your back takes away your eyes.
You have disappeared from the crowd.
I will never see your back again.
Wave your hand and you run away.
Wave and you rush.
Wave, I stare alone.
Wave and I'll be like you.
It is time to leave. Meet and fall in love.
Everything is so natural.
Walk through the snow
Heaven and earth are endless.
Yes,
There is only a trail of footprints behind him.
The north wind seems to be crying and calling.
The lonely pine tree is moaning.
Follow the north wind
Follow the direction where the footprints extend
I am destined to leave today.
You're gone
Is this predestined?
I growl, I pray.
But I still can't catch up with you.
This can be read silently.
Watching your back fade away.
I always have too many things to give up.
Too many farewells.
Tell you
But I can't say.
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