staring high on seniors and wish to be one someday.
Three years ago I impatiently run to reach the spark
Impatiently live on years people said the best time in their life.
I thought this will last any longer
I deny and pretend.But the farewell song is heard
high-school stories will soon pass away
The damn thing is knowing that we may not go back to today and every yesterday(s) and even each of now seconds
Knowing impossible to stop the clock tick for a little while
I imagine open my eyes at six but knowing I would not ever travel to school anymore.
Stories to be told,tears to be shared,friendship to be cherished
I wish I had a box to lock them inside.
Have I done well for all of these years?How much have I got? How much have I learn things?
In life, we will go through a lot of roads. Some roads are smooth, some roads are rough. Some roads are bent, yet some roads are straight, but we know that there is a road that we will always cherish. The road where we met and became friends. -AS
Memories may be fade.Friends will be apart.
But the spirit of musketeers will lasts inside of ma heart
forever♥
But the spirit of musketeers will lasts inside of ma heart
forever♥
