If life were a song, we would be the singers, singing and playing our hearts out, creating melodies that echo through time. If life were a mountain, we would be climbers, standing at the summit of memories, watching as seasons come and go, and years turn into decades. As we grow older, we tend to forget our promises, the past events that once seemed so significant. Yet, who among us hasn't made promises? And who can say they've kept them all? Life is a journey, with its own path, its own people, and its own story. When it's time to move on, we don't have to explain ourselves. The memories of our youth are the most precious things in life. In 2009, I remember my classmates. We had our first snow that year. In 2010, graduation season was upon us. The countdown to the exams was a period of great anxiety and anticipation. Those were the days when we were carefree, without a worry in the world. Students are like fine wine, clear and transparent, with no hidden agendas or pretenses. They are elegant and refined, much like a well-crafted poem that touches the heart.