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Painfully, the countdown on the blackboard stands in silence, striking fear into our hearts. We are trapped, unable to escape the sea of painful questions. Burdened by endless homework, our bodies grow stiff, the carefree spirits we once had as junior high newcomers now long gone. Each day is a monotonous repetition, a relentless cycle that drags on. We no longer chase trends, nor do we immerse ourselves in melancholic songs, wallowing in self-pity. Yet, there are times when a familiar tune, tinged with sadness, creeps back into our minds, along with lyrics that feel both strange and familiar, stirring such intense emotions that we are moved to tears.
Three years is enough to transform strangers into confidants. The blackboard at the back of the classroom holds our unsaid words, attempting to anchor time, to bring us together once more. Where have you landed? Why did he leave? And me, heading in different directions. Are we together? Perhaps not. But we cannot forget you. We still imagine our first memories; we hold dear the days without tears; we indulge in the echoes of laughter that fade away. Here, we had the most beautiful golden screen, a barrier that shielded our joy.