Who has a long and beautiful or sad story? Say it, thank you.

You think the whole class will have a big cry when school starts in June. You think there will be a big scene in the class. You think many people will have red eyes. You think many people will express their secret love. You thought there were many, but that day came. As always, everything seems quieter every day. After coming back from the exam, they packed their things, put on their schoolbags and walked out of the classroom and teaching building side by side. I walked out of my six years of youth, but everyone looked back at my six years of youth, and the way home was noisy, which was a beginning. But who doesn't want to study for themselves early tomorrow morning, fooling around with those insane people, swearing at each other, and finally when I get home, you can't hold it any longer, and there will be a day when you are in tears. We bet tomorrow with six years of youth and six papers. It is not the exam that we are afraid of. . . The only thing the teacher didn't lie to us was that "six years is very short". . . . . . . .

Say: graduation brings a carefree summer vacation and the possibility of never seeing each other again.

I didn't meet you at the best time, but I had the best time because of you.