High school seems to have gone by in a blink of an eye. If I want to think of something, I just remember the old electric fan huffing above my head and the sweat soaked on the heavy test papers that summer. Everyone was fighting for June 8th and June 9th, using dreams as horses and living up to their time.
I want to write something to commemorate my high school life. Years have passed, and from now on, the world is far apart.
Conception:
