"The meeting between people is like a parting drifting in the wind; no one can foresee the arrival of that moment."

Those beautiful moments in life are real; they replay constantly in my mind like a revolving lantern. It is just that time passes too fast. When parting truly comes, I can only stand there in a daze. I think I cannot lightly say the words "See you." The joys and sorrows we shared will all become the treasures of my memories.

Summer always seems to symbolize meeting and parting, and my vision blurred in the midsummer sunlight. Perhaps our meeting was just a ripple, slowly spreading waves through memory. Perhaps, for a moment, I did like you. That stubborn affection mixed with reluctance, receding and rising like the tide, yet I still feel it was my fortune. Outside the window, the sun is scorching, the cicadas chirp endlessly, and the branches are lush...

Perhaps the appearance of every relationship has its meaning, no matter how long or short. Meeting is fate, but parting is a necessary path for growth. On the other side of the wind, perhaps there will be new stories. The encounter in the wind is brief, but the memories will stay in the heart, becoming a part of life. Meeting you at this flower-like age, I am truly lucky.

The journey ahead involves high mountains and long roads. I wish you peace and success. May we remain unchanged when we meet again, and may we shine brightly in the years we cannot see each other. I hope that when we meet next time, we will both have become better people!