The poem about June 1st was recited by one person.

We stood on this table and wrote down our past years. We are recalling, recalling the haste of time. I still remember that we were listening to the tinkling of spring water and chasing the wind together in My Sweetie. Run on the court together and share our respective treasures in the sun. However, we will grow up eventually, and childhood will always pass. The sun in the distance is burning and the flowers on the ground are in full bloom. We should move towards the hope of the future. Maybe, we will get lost. Maybe we will hesitate. However, the horn of growth has sounded, and the ideals in my heart are stirring! Our hearts soar freely in the growing sky! Goodbye, my childhood. I left you in the blooming season. When I recall you, I believe my childhood was a tearful smile.