When I first met you, you welcomed the new students as the class teacher of the first year of high school. Under the parasol tree, you wore a white shirt and said to me with a smile, Hello, classmate, my name is Lin Shu. When I see you again, you are no longer a teacher, and I am no longer a student. The only thing that hasn't changed is that you are still wearing a white shirt under the sycamore tree.
Intention: Dare to face your own heart