If time stopped on the day of graduation in June

(center) When you push open the classroom door and no longer see your playful friends,\ the brothers and sisters chatting, sleeping, or playing on their phones,\ the teachers you liked or disliked, but instead an empty,\ lifeless classroom filled with desks and chairs covered in dust,\ the desks still in place, a math problem left unsolved on the blackboard,\ and the large countdown that has already reached zero, the curtains still the familiar color,\ but the figures in your memories that you will never forget are gone,\ you reach out to grasp that lost time,\ but all you hold is your own hand,\ never again setting multiple alarms to rush yourself out of bed,\ never again running to school with a heavy backpack,\ never again worrying about being late and punished with chores,\ never again dragging along various breakfast bags, sleepy-eyed, just in time for class,\ never again pretending to study by hiding behind a thick stack of books while reading novels,\ never again worrying about getting caught using your phone by the teacher,\ never again pretending to sleep because you want to listen to music but fear the teacher taking your headphones,\ never again constantly counting down to the end of class,\ never again hoping for a power outage or various reasons for school to be off,\ never again secretly giving teachers nicknames and feeling proud of it,\ never again staring at a pile of test papers in distress,\ never again hoping for extra PE classes,\ never again secretly taking prank photos of classmates,\ never again worrying about disqualified hair being forced to be trimmed at the school's nearby barber,\ never again will anyone call the nicknames you knew or disliked,\ never again will anyone pull a prank on you and pretend to just be passing by,\ never again will anyone spank you and then say they spanked your face,\ never again will anyone argue about right and wrong with you over trivial matters,\ never again will anyone pull you to the bathroom after class,\ never again will anyone watch your back while you play on your phone and occasionally scare you,\ never again will anyone cheer you on recklessly,\ never again will anyone beg you via text in every possible way before an exam,\ never again will anyone trick you saying the teacher called you to the office,||(center)\ June, farewell,\ some people, perhaps, will never meet again, once separated, forever gone,\ bidding goodbye to those strangers you may have never spoken to in three years,\ yet still remember clearly,\ bidding goodbye to those you secretly admired for so long,\ bidding goodbye to teachers you liked or strongly disliked,\ bidding goodbye to those who obviously hurt each otherOnce-unwilling-to-bow friends,\farewell to those youthful loves that we liked but ultimately parted from,\farewell to the desks and chairs that accompanied us for so long,\farewell to the best friends who never wanted to be separated,\farewell to those people we may have disliked and never wanted to see again,\farewell to those who we never interacted with but inexplicably felt aversion toward,\those likes, those dislikes, those we still care about,\those already forgotten, those people, those events, from now on are as close as a hand or as far as the horizon,||(center)\Some people will never be forgotten, they will just be buried together in the corners of memory,\and on a sunny afternoon,\reminiscing alone, it will be filled with the taste of sunlight,\you will realize how innocent that obsessive unrequited love once was,\the people you once disliked or even hated actually never offended you,\how much regret there is for friends missed because of so-called pride,\how cute and endearing the nicknames you once found extremely annoying are,\those you once thought you would never forget have faded at some unknown moment,\the teachers you disliked so much were actually just for your own good,\everything will be understood, because of time and also because of distance,\perhaps there will come a day when we agree to meet again,\perhaps by then we will all have our own families,\jobs that we are either satisfied with or disappointed in,\having to run around for a living,\perhaps the teachers by then will no longer be young and beautiful,\already showing untamable gray hair,\perhaps we won't clearly remember each other's faces,\perhaps some people, for various reasons, will never meet again,\perhaps we have all changed, no longer youthful and reckless, slightly more worldly,\but I believe, no matter how many 'perhapses' there are,\they will not stop the surprise of our reunion,\they cannot sever our truest classmate friendship,\In the blink of June, farewells, send-offs, or sadness,\cherish every friend in front of you, all are lifelong attachments,\cherish every inch of campus land, a harbor you can no longer return to in life,\if time stopped at that June when the music ended and people dispersed, what could you hold onto?