It's already very late, but I still don't want to sleep, as if I'm afraid of something, not daring to close my eyes, as if once I do, certain things will vanish without a trace.
This might be the last night in this city, perhaps there won't be another chance in the future. Regardless, I have lived in this city for more than two years, experiencing hardships and exhaustion, laughter and tears, but most importantly, I have made many close friends.
Time flies so fast; the scene of starting school feels like it was just yesterday. Everyone had the same aspirations, but today we are all graduating. We haven't had the chance to gather seriously, yet we must leave, each carrying our own dreams, heading towards our own distant futures.
Graduation has arrived. I originally planned to study hard before entering school, but I may have forgotten my dreams. Perhaps we have all been consumed by university life; before we embark on a further journey, we have lost our ideals. To put it bluntly, how many of us truly believe we have learned something useful for work in university?
Graduation has come, and I feel there are still many things left undone. Time has passed so quickly—day by day, week by week, month by month, year after year. Time has gone by, and we have all grown, but with it comes the regrets that cannot be avoided. Xiao Pan said that a life with regrets is perfect, leaving space for beautiful imaginations.
Some things are left behind, and all that I take with me are photos and wonderful memories.
I'm about to leave. I originally didn't want anyone to see me off; I was afraid I wouldn't be able to hold back my tears, afraid of crying uncontrollably. But Qiang insisted on seeing me off, Ke Ke also took leave, and Han Jie is coming tomorrow.
I hate goodbyes the most, and I didn't expect it would come to me so soon. I can't just turn around and leave without a care; I can't do that. Even if no one is around, I truly envy those who can let go, who can take and put down things easily. They are really happy, not burdened by a heart full of worries.
Three years ago, I arrived here with simple luggage, and today, three years later, I will pack my bags again and start my new journey in life.
I'm about to leave, walking out of this enormous school gate as usual. This time, the moment I step out, I will no longer be a part of this place, no longer belong here.
This time, I'm not going to buy food, go to the nearby internet café, wander around the small shops outside the campus, or sleepily rush to class. This time, I will solemnly say goodbye to this place that has held my youth for three years!
In the end, there are still a few last things I needed to do before graduation that I didn't get to. I didn't allow myself to get truly drunk once, I didn't permit myself to cry freely, and I didn't tell the girl I once liked: I love you. I think this time, there really is no opportunity left.
(2012.11.17 early morning)
Because this time, we really graduated.