Thanks to @w for the cover
Three years of encounter, years of gratitude.
It's the love of classmates and the love of ignorance. Your names have become a reminder of the passing years.
I can't remember the first time we met, who wrote that name on the table, who taught whom to do math problems, I can only remember that we had such a glorious time.
I have devoted all my years to this young man. (The copywriting is refined as you write it. The style of writing is changeable. I write things purely for fun, as long as they look good.)
