The youth and arrogance of the past are all gone.
I know that time will eventually wear away our youthfulness, we will eventually step into society, and eventually we will slowly enter the grave of death.
I cannot predict the future, nor do I know what changes there will be in the future. Whether we are enemies or friends.
I know that when people are alive, oaths are too ridiculous, because each other's oath may collapse in an instant, and we cannot change it.
If I could choose, I hope that life would just be like the first time we met, with only a beautiful beginning.
Unfortunately, facts and wishes are always inconsistent. We can guess the beginning, but we can never guess the ending.
Just like we did back then, we raised our childish little faces, hooked our little fingers with each other, and made the promise of "pull the hook, hang yourself, and don't change for a hundred years" in the same childish voice.
But now, we may have gone our separate ways. You take your Yangguan Road, and I cross my single-plank bridge.
Everyone's path is different.
You and I are just passersby to each other.
Bit by bit, this is the story of our class over the past six years. It may be just an inadvertent episode in life, but I carefully keep it in my heart. Even if we are about to be separated, I have to say that our friendship will never fade.
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