If youth is like a paper airplane, then this paper airplane is filled with our memories and flies to a distant place that takes us a long time to reach.
We have been confused, and we have also received appreciation. Even if the times are not satisfactory, we will see each other again or maybe just say goodbye.
I remember that in the first summer, fate made us meet; in the second summer, we became familiar with each other; in the third summer, we turned around and left only a goodbye.
I used to feel that summer was long, and under the blue sky, everyone had tears on their faces, and the last summer has just arrived.
The wind passed by the benches beside the path silently, and there was a rare silence in the classroom. We were no longer in the familiar classroom in the next summer.
He turned around and left only "Goodbye.".