Time quietly flows by.
The morning sun gradually tilts, its rays no longer fierce or scorching, but rather weak and feeble, casting long shadows on the earth.
The school bell rings to signal the end of classes.
People start to leave the school gates one after another, as if a day has unknowingly passed. They seem oblivious to this, perhaps feeling that everything is mundane and uneventful, or perhaps eager to leave school and go home, or to nearby places to have fun.
Only when looking back on these days in the future might they be somewhat startled and disappointed to find that those ordinary days are rare, glowing pearls in the warmth of memories...
Chased by something once grown up, trudging through each day, only then does one increasingly value those days.
