I used to wonder what senior year really meant to us. Was it piles of exams and endless exercises, or the misery of struggling to pick up a pen at night even when we could barely keep our eyes open? When it all suddenly came to an end, I realized that we had made our way through that year with hardship and joy, lived fully and beautifully. We shed tears, but laughed along the way. We walked among thorns, yet caught the scent of flowers stretching for miles. In those 365 days, every one of us grew up so much. We learned to be brave in our confusion, confident in our bravery, steadfast in our confidence, and grew stronger still. Senior year became the warmest, most unshakable presence in every one of our hearts! Now, we can no longer chase and play around with the classmates who once sat beside us, and the teachers who once guided us can no longer show us the way ahead. The coy poems and passionate writing of those days seem to have left with that June. June's song of sorrow, a boat passing a thousand sails; time has submerged everything. The only thing that remains unchanged is the eternal memory of our youth...
