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moon and stars and lifeless, a wind swept from the shoulder. In this campus, we are passing gust of wind, no one care about the direction that we come and go, no one pay attention to our happiness sadness, in addition to our own. In between the wind to come and go, what we have left?
memory of our university life will flow to commemorate the era we are about to flee the students to mark what we had!


Club Road has been made to me, now do not know what to say, what to write, what the left.
all last night as the movie, playing over and over again, maybe some memory is not clear where we stand with the words, way too clear, the university graduate experience is perhaps the only people who have experienced, can really and understand the taste of it!
night was waning, we dispersed. Although I firmly believe that the process is to continually give up growth, constantly innovating process, but without still difficult.
we all have to leave. . .
finish so young, we ran each horizon.
Now, finish the youth seems to have a new story, those flowers of my youth ran their own horizon. The future, most of the ivory tower will be different in each corner, quietly open,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych]! And I will!
the days beginning, the end of another day,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], a student such as a mildly clear stream, in the end it is the surging sea of life. I do a stream in a drop of water, I desperately want to pour forward and good waves rolled into the sea. However, when I really ran to the river's end, I started flowing I have been very miss the flight. But I can not go back, and had the edge of the sea and tempting, to talk through the waves of my nostalgic and melancholy.
graduated!
people gradually loose end that song, youth have finish, we have the farewell to a man always on a strange road, watching strange scenery and listening to strange music. Now I should rush to the next intersection, search for those destined to met people.
Although youth finish, but still want the flowers, you can quietly open,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], but also bright than campus. Ben respective horizon, some sad, once had, now lost, perhaps in the future will eventually become a vague memory.
just want them to write down today,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], just for the occasion.
I think this is really going to leave it! Until this moment only to find the time all of us together is so precious and short. . . ....
final song scattered people, in the absence of those old friends of the night, a man quietly recalls.