一年换一次教室,有人欢呼,有人沉默。桌上留下的记号,墙上时光的痕迹:单词,题目,歌词,告白……都随着时间而消逝。教室,还是那个教室,一年又一年过了。人却来了一波又一波,来来走走,聚聚散散,阴晴又圆缺……我们不是初三,却像初三 Change the classroom once a year, someone cheered, someone was silent. Signs left on the table, the traces of the time on the walls: words, titles, lyrics, confessions ... all fade over time. Classroom, or that classroom, year after year. People come wave after wave, come and go, gather scattered, clear and round lack ... ... we are not the third day, but like the third day