Wushuang, nothing in this world is perfect.
Just as no two leaves are exactly alike,
so too is our brief, imperfect,
yet unforgettable love.
Don't worry about when the fireworks will go out.
Just admire their splendor.
Fireworks belong to the night,
and our love
belongs only to senior year!
Forgive me for leaving without a word.
I think I'll always remember
the time I spent with you!
/Zheyu
