I'm honored that after so many years, we can get together again, look back and relive those simple and beautiful green years. Our former best friends on campus warmed our ignorant teachers and classmates during our youthful and shy middle school days.
Those pasts that were either glorious or perished are put into wine glasses, and we savor them carefully or drink them in one gulp.
Intention: Those happy or sad pasts will eventually go away, and the road ahead will be long and the future can be expected.