The three years of high school were my happiest time, because I was in that place and because I met those people.
Time never stops, we always have to continue our present life with nostalgia for the past.
I don't regret where my dream ended up, I just regret that it was too hasty.
Because I don't want the deeply nostalgic past to slowly fade into my memory, I want to record our story.
That year on campus, the sun was warm and the weather was just right.
Why don't we just call it... "Betting on Books Dissipates the Fragrance of Tea"
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