A sore sorrow feeling stays in my throat, and it is hard to get off. Whenever I see a person that I know, who I have been living with for almost four years and whom I used to go to the dinning hall with, to talk to and to play tricks on, the feeling that this glance will be the last one is not unwelcome coming to me. We have shared our precious lives together for four years. We experienced the process of being strangers, getting to know each other, being close friends and sometimes, for we knew each other too well, we might got bored and wanted to change for a new environment. When the chance, saying farewell, unacceptable, comes to us, I find it hard to admit that I really want to leave, though I don't like my major, I don't like this campus, and I complained millions of times to my parents about my wasting the priceless four years on what I was not interested in. The major was not what I wanted, but fortunately, I could list at least one advisor that I appreciated and some classmates who helped me and cherished me. The campus is dull, and because of its engineering characteristics, I once despised it, but the coming leaving made me discover the beauty hidden in the corners of itself. Though its asmosphere cannot reach my expectation, it finally succeeded in pleasing me. While the four years, the most saintly four years were thought for me to gain knowledge and enrich my life experience, I have not learned much and surely, I will regret this forever, but looking backward, a sort of feeling of thanks arose in me, showing that I eventually attained something from it. Any glance could be the last one. Take care, my dear!

 Any glance could be the last one. Take care, my dear!