Close the door of the dormitory, lock this memory ...
The four years have been floated. No matter whether it is very blue, the days are not very slow, in that fixed moment, we still have to graduate. I feel a sad atmosphere, the same window, couple, everyone is busy crying. Full of moving stories and unsuccessful love. We are gone, faint sadness and desolation. I will finally talk to my bed and one piece. I will finally use my warm pot to open water once. The brothers make a circle, and the pigs have been arched. I have been like this for four years. Isn't it? Take away our dreams, leave endless wonderful!
Some things are you can't stay anyway. It always slipped from your fingertips, such as time, such as youth, you can only take it against the wall, look at it, you will pass it in one minute.
The rain in the seasons is still floating, the snow is still flying, flowers and flowers, still in the reincarnation. The days of the campus will be gently gently dreaming, and become a faint tearful laugh.
Close the door of the dormitory and locked this memory. We really gone ...
Note: Not original, original address: http://blog.blogchina.com/Article_93027.1088142.html has a lot of pictures
