There are 365 days, 8,760 hours, 525,600 minutes, and 31,536,000 seconds in a year. Every second, the world is changing a little bit. Every second, we will grow up a little bit... Until we graduate from the age of seventeen. In the summer of the eighteenth-year-old adult ceremony, we go from a world full of joy and incomparable purity to another unknown world full of variables. God waved his hands and ordered the memory to be locked up for us eighteen years ago and sealed into the passing time. There were no neat school uniforms, no increasingly tense courses, no childish laughter, no toys and candies, and no more clamors of not wanting to grow up. So, we carnivally and wildly in the year when we were about to bloom. In that year, we all became brave, sensible, and strong. That year, we graduated, that year, we were eighteen years old...