Three years of high school,
Those who have not experienced it: expect but fear.
What I am experiencing: suffering but fulfilling.
What we have already experienced: helpless yet nostalgic.
Several times of maple red, several times of joy and sorrow,
Looking back, it's just that the clouds are clear and the wind is clear.
Life in high school is very hard and tiring, so tiring that I have no tears.
The footsteps of youth are very light and fast, so fast that they are unconscious.
Our time, neither more nor less, cannot afford to be squandered.
Boys and girls cannot avoid being together,
That, hazy feeling.
As long as,
The heart is still beating.