Originally, I thought that no matter how time moved forward, it had nothing to do with me. It seems like it will always be like that. Now that I am 22, I am beginning to realize its power. We all have to keep our heads down and move forward into society. Those moments of innocence must be shot away, and only by being thick-skinned and abandoning shame can one survive in society.
In April I will go to Japan to study. May come back, may never come back. Before I leave, I would like to write a letter to some people who have left a trace in my life. I hope to tell them that their kindness and specialness will not be eradicated by the passage of time.
My memory can be their bank, and the interest is eternal thanks and best wishes. When they are extremely tired from moving forward in the future, I hope they can remember this letter and have the courage to believe that they are worthy of being loved.
Purpose: As my classmates are about to become members of society, I hope to write to them and let them believe that their kindness and beauty are worth remembering. This is also a kind of farewell to my life in China.