I happened to meet you that year
In a distant year, we were all just children.
We have walked for a long time, and the monotonous life has brought us only a future with an end in sight.
We have come to a fork in the road of growth. Extremism and hatred are only one step away from the abyss.
Looking back, I can't notice the repeated passage of seasons, only the deep marks left by a period of time. We were once deviant, but the lotus pond remained clear and shallow.
Fortunately, we have not refused to grow.
Intention: Lead the top students to fly, and counterattack the bad students