It has been more than half a year since the end of high school. This is an embarrassing time, whether it is long or short. What was left of my high school besides ideal college and high school friends? Living in the ivory tower, I did not join many clubs and make many friends as I had imagined in high school. I did not join the class committee but existed as a transparent person, and I did not have as good grades as if I had received a predetermined script. After a semester, my university turned out to be boring compared to high school. Is this the cheerful and lively me in high school? Is it the competitive me in high school? Is it the energetic me in high school? There is no one for you to joke around with, no one for you to talk to all night long, no one for you to love with all your heart. Thinking of all this, along with the melody of Kit Chan's "Heart Like a Knife" unexpectedly made me experience a bit of bitterness, and unimaginable feelings occupied my mind this night. Sadly, I can only hide in my memories, but who can empathize with it? There are no real friends in college yet, and high school friends have their own trajectories and lives, and love has not reached the right time. The lost man can only construct his utopia with pen, and also leave a footnote for future generations to remember his beautiful youth that will eventually fade away. Perhaps the ashes of memories will nourish the seeds of innocent hope, allowing what you want to break out of the ground at some point in the future.
Purpose: commemoration