Three years is not a long time, but it has established our friendship. From our first acquaintance when we first entered school, to our classmates of three years now; from our immature days to our youthful days now. Slowly, we will mature. Time is really a wonderful thing. If youth is compared to a pot of wine, then it is the yeast that makes the wine more mellow.
I didn't know time would fly by so fast and I would graduate in the blink of an eye. Everything really seems like it was the next day, the laughter of classmates and the teacher's instruction are still lingering in my ears. Everything is so unreal.
Youth is like a dream, time is like water...
