The most unforgettable are the two bleak years.
Sauvignon Blanc, four years of growing up.
I can't forget my old friends who have been separated for a while,
How can you hide in the distance right in front of you?
In the old days,
The broken light shining on the branches,
Candy in the cram school,
The water fight when we parted.
Also,
The beautiful face of a girl holding a boy's arm.
And then,
Time rushes by like a flood,
All that is left is the rough gravel and the echo that flows through the ears.
Clear but empty memories,
All I can remember are the hurried steps,
Every second counts, and,
She is getting weaker and weaker.
Everything can't go back.
Only this, with each Chinese character typed late at night,
Come and reminisce about the beautiful days of youth.