I have no imagination and cannot write about unforgettable love and friendship that goes through life and death. I just hope to write something to commemorate the passing days of Sky Blue. Moreover, life is just a cup of boiled water, and earth-shattering things cannot happen to everyone.
Most of the stories here have really happened. Maybe someone can find their own shadow and similar experiences in them. After all, in those years, we really did many similar or even the same stupid things. Looking back, when I laugh at myself for being stupid, there is a touch of sadness in my heart...
I would like to dedicate this document to my brothers and sisters who have experienced joy and sorrow, laughter and tears with me.