School starts, what an abominable word.
The first day of school is like falling in love, full of freshness and passion. It is a turning point and a challenge.
School is a place full of darkness. The scheming here is not that you don't know how to play, but that you don't dare to play. One wrong step, one wrong step after another. I don't want to be shocked at every step, I just want to be successful every step of the way.
I don't know if this is reality or a dream. I am entangled in a huge black hole of time. I am very confused.
Those loves, those friendships. . . . .
On the 33rd day of school, it was like falling out of love, losing its original freshness, excitement and excitement, leaving only long boring years. My passion was over.