Summer is approaching again, and the time has come to this day again, and it has come to this parting season again, and several years have passed, as if it were that year.

I can't remember how many love poems I once wrote for my ignorant heart, I can't remember the picture of which day the fragments beating in my brain every night, and I can't remember how many forevers those reluctant people said in the graduation season of that year.

Time passes, and meteors cross the sky, forming a curve of fate. Remember, she once said that this is a summer that will not break up.

Look down at the night sky, chasing in the memories, the stars. Don't weep, don't cry, don't cry anymore, but weep long since you can't cry, tears flow down your face.

If I could turn back the clock, would I continue those relationships that would have failed? If you miss it, you will never come back, even if you are tormented now, maybe you will choose it again.

What you have learned has been forgotten, just like the words of the teacher back then, the reason why the teacher is so knowledgeable is only because you return the principal with interest after many years.

I want to go back to the past, the night under the night sky.

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