"Tomorrow will you remember the diary you wrote yesterday? Will you still think about it tomorrow? The teacher used to cry the most, but the teachers can't remember you. You can't guess the problem..."
Familiar music sounded in my ears, and a familiar person walked in front of me. He was holding a bouquet of roses in his hand, "Hey, deskmate, will you marry me?" Looking at his smile, tears fell uncontrollably. "Okay" is the sound of happiness.