Thoughts on the Falling Stars

Three years of spring and autumn have passed, and we have cuddled each other in the confusion of growing up, and stuck to each other in the worldly expectations. We always thought that if we walked through the college entrance examination in midsummer side by side, we would be able to rush to the predetermined future. But the hustle and bustle of graduation will eventually be blown away by the wind. The moment the exam bell rings, all the certainty is tainted with a halo of uncertainty. Will the joy and affection hidden in youth, the time and promises we spent together become the most precious perfection in our hearts, or will they become regrets that will make us feel sad when we think about them in the future? Is this encounter that started on campus unfinished and to be continued, or is it just the longing that ends with the end of the story?