Thousands of Sails Have Passed

Same sex, teacher and student, forget the year. It is obvious that there is a possibility of transcendence in any of them, but together they destroy all the reasons. It was a pull that lasted eight years. The word "teacher" deprives me of the qualification to love you. "You are the moonlight leaking through the window, illuminating the long night." Thousands of sails have passed, and the hearts are broken. "From now on, you owe the past, and I owe the future." Intention: "If time keeps going so fast, how can I rely on you?"