It's the early autumn with brilliant ginkgo trees, it's the worries of youth, it's you. Accompanied by the moon that just went to work, I am still looking for tomorrow's rising sun among the piles of exercises. In the moment of taking a nap, I secretly miss you between classes, and the smile hanging on my lips does not know that the first autumn wind has arrived from afar, and this youthful sprint is heading towards the finish line step by step. In the senior year of high school, joy and hard work greet every morning, while sadness and expectation create the last farewell, the first turning point of youth.
Purpose: To write down those memorable days, just to commemorate the most beautiful and innocent youth.
