Goodbye, I was ignorant when I was young. Now my dream has matured. The wind is reciting the bell after class, and time passes quietly. The fresh dream has matured, and the sunset has mottled the silhouette. Outside the old walls, the outline of the future is quietly enclosed, remember? real,
The Ferris wheel carries our wishes. The place closest to the sky. We walked bravely to the end, and we laughed happily. Loud and happy roar, just for that one word: friend.
The wind gently blows my hair, getting used to your naughty smile. The white clouds in the sky are our happy footsteps, the blue color, the pure sky... Hold it tightly, that feeling is called... "forever",