Looking up at the seventeen-year-old sky, in addition to the clear blue that illuminates my eyes, there are also the waves of breeze that wash away the sea of love in my heart. Therefore, I want to carry a wisp of sentimental wind and tell the voice of my love before the lovely Xia leaves. Carrying a wisp of sentimental wind, accompany you all the way and cherish it throughout your life. Deep in my heart, I am often filled with a touch of sadness. I know that this sadness comes from the concern of that summer. The thoughts in my heart have gradually settled and become no longer public, but the words "goodbye, friend" are still clear in the wind. The memory quietly returns to the past...
