That day when I was downstairs in the school library, I looked at the three senior students walking side by side in front of me. I thought the three of us would become like that when we grow up. Thinking about it, I looked at you with a smile. You always look fresh, have shoulder-length short hair, and occasionally wear Internet celebrity eyes when you go out for fun. You are a carefree girl, sometimes you get nervous, sometimes you get sad suddenly, sometimes you don't say a word, sometimes you chirp. We have laughed together, cried together, and want to accompany you to the end of the world. I regret going abroad, but I don't regret meeting you.