Two years ago, we were frantically raiding McDonald's. The days we spent wandering around in unfamiliar streets in a strange city began to appear frequently in my dreams. Those days will never happen again.
Who said that we should be together forever, even if we are not married in the future, we will still hang out together. Who said that after graduation, we will not go anywhere in China, and we will not imitate those who worship foreigners. How many people will be around me in two years, and three years from now? How many years from now? How many people still remember the promise made at that time?