In the light years of midsummer, on the green paths, you laugh and play with me
There are people in front of me holding basketballs and rushing towards me to borrow meal cards. Next to me, there are people who are memorizing books and studying hard. There are also people I like in the distance.
More than a thousand days and nights, from seven o'clock in the morning to midnight, studying for exams, jealousy, joy, and secret love are like tangled threads
I remember my old classmate cried and told us about reunion and separation when we graduated.
Gathering is a ball of fire,
The sky is full of stars.
And our boyhood is more brilliant than sparks