The cause of the incident was a circle of friends.
I've been missing her a lot lately. When I looked at the old photos from my camera, I felt inexplicably sad and empty, so I posted a set of photos. My thoughts also enveloped a large number of my high school friends.
"Don't use a high school knife to kill me, QAQ."
"The memory of my death suddenly attacks me QAQ."
"When I saw the photo, I really couldn't stand it QAQ."
"I miss you so much, I really want to go back to my senior year of high school, QAQ."
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Yes, I really want to go back. People are always like this. When I was in high school, I complained so much that I wanted to blow up this "Shawshank" immediately. But once you graduate, everyone will always miss you. When the specific real troubles are no longer in front of you, after the years have dried up the tears and sweat, only the beauty is left.
But of course I know I can't go back. I suddenly realized that I wanted to record it. In this way, even if time and memory want to dilute and erase it, I can still take it out and tell my forgetful self that it really happened and existed.
So, in this way, I will reunite with that summer, that summer that we can never go back to.
Intention: To write to myself in high school as a souvenir.