Don't Forget: Goodbye, the Beautiful Days of Junior High School

When we are about to leave, we always choose to remember or forget. Maybe ten years from now, you are you, I am me, and we don't know each other. Forget each other. Strange to each other. But do you still remember what you looked like ten years ago? What about those friends who are crazy, crazy and crying with you? Time flies by, and those green years have long since ceased to exist. But I am willing to spend my whole life remembering your bright smiles forever. Three years... Three years... Three years of junior high school... Goodbye... Goodbye...