Alone Across the Dark Sea

He studied at dawn and by lamplight late into the night, writing what his heart longed for on the back of scrap paper. He kept company with stacks of books and piles of practice questions.

Those ordinary high school days were little more than hurried bites of bread between classes and the determination to keep solving problems until his fingertips went numb. There were no earth-shattering reversals, only steady steps forward.

After three years of hard work, he finally achieved what he had hoped for. The light I once gazed toward from afar finally brought his youth to a perfect close.

As the saying goes, time does not give everyone the right to forget. It will remain in our minds, yours and mine, until it is spoken of again.