The gear of time crushes things that we have no time to do. If you don't have time to say it, the crushed dregs are put into the box of June memory and disappear with the fireworks at the opening of the farewell ceremony. We didn't have time to get together, leave a few words, take another look at the college building full of gardenias, visit the large but frequent campus, take the last photo in front of the favorite scenery, look back at the library that entered almost at the end of the term, thank the teacher, and say goodbye to our roommates. It seems that everything has become too late at this moment and time has passed faster than before.

I still remember when I was a junior last year, we were seriously planning a graduation trip for four people, and we reached an agreement to go to Lijiang. We fantasize about the graduation trip after one year, the various opportunities in Lijiang, and ridicule that everyone must be on call. Senior three this year, in this fragrant June, we said goodbye, really goodbye. We are scattered in every corner of the same province and city, busy with our own affairs and building another future that bid farewell to the past. That huge graduation trip also vanished in a silent farewell, even afraid to mention it. Life is like this. I like to perform different magic tricks with us. The stories that touched me once became absurd under the magic of life.