I graduated. Cry, laugh, or choose silence. Let's laugh. We'd better break up now ....

Six years of childlike innocence (primary school) has been exhausted, six years of ups and downs (junior high school) are coming, and four years of hesitation and confusion (university) are still waiting.

Everything is like a dream-but I'd rather dream all the time than wake up, afraid that when I wake up, I can only see the transparent ceiling above my head and then see their smiles.