Three years of green years, three years of worry-free time,
When the last waltz at the graduation party quietly played, when we waved goodbye at the crossroads.
It's not so dramatic, just a faint melancholy like "Farewell Cambridge", like the voice of a beauty in the mirror in her twilight years,
He didn't cry bitterly, he just said lightly: "See you later."
When you and I meet again in a new environment, we just smile and say softly: "Long time no see."