I wish the world remains lively and vibrant, while you stay true to your original self.
Thank you for accompanying me through this journey that should have been barren. You made the wind in my arms sweet and allowed even the tiniest stars to quietly bloom.
The wind is transparent, the rain patters, the clouds flow, and songs are free. Love is heartfelt, passion is wild, the sky is eternal, and you are unforgettable.
I wish to buy osmanthus and carry wine with you, but it will never be like our youthful travels.
May you clear a path when you meet mountains and build a bridge when you encounter water. May you persist in your efforts and meet luck.
Run towards your own direction, and the world will make way for you.
I have a small prayer: no matter what I say after graduation, please smile and say, "I have always known." I am afraid that by the end, you will not realize that I loved you.
People never know which casual "goodbye" is truly the last one.
Graduation arrived amidst chaos as scheduled, while youth came to an abrupt halt after stumbling through life.
Every experience is a gift, and the future is promising.
May your journey be filled with splendor, and may you return still a youth!
If we part for a year and meet again in the future, may we still smile brightly as we did before.
I don't even have the chance to sneak a peek at you anymore.
Time flows like water, years pass swiftly. Carrying some longing, I hope for success. May we not fail the passing years, and meet again in longing.
On the day of departure, there was a fleeting moment where I felt we had just arrived. Watching the dormitory return to its original state, my heart felt empty. This summer, we lost to parting. But these beautiful times, when recalled in the future, belong to you and to me. They are like summer ice cream, beautiful yet fleeting. Since all gatherings must eventually disperse, I hope that when we are together, we are a burning fire, and when we are apart, we are stars in the sky. Let us work hard individually and meet at the summit.
