If university is a train journey, then as a senior, I’m probably nearing my stop.

This journey is long, spending four years of your life; this journey is also short, repeating between teaching buildings and dormitories.

Perhaps I haven’t moved forward at all, but have repeated one day after another. I always wonder what I have gained, what I have possessed in this journey. I think, maybe I have gained some people who love me, and I have also obtained a degree that is not very useful.

There were also the live house performances I watched, listening to the so-called sounds of freedom, sounds of youth, and then letting the air in my chest vibrate with the drummer’s rhythm.

I met a group of friends who love the internet, and also a group of friends who love games, letting passion and vitality fill the nights in Summoner’s Rift and Infernal Town, guarding Athena, watching cherry blossoms dance in Hanamura.

Maybe it’s lighting a cigarette late at night, listening to the slow breathing of this city, swaying with the slowly rising smoke in this unseen darkness.

If you ask me if I regret it, maybe I do. I have been thinking about trying to possess something, but forgot to boldly experience this journey that I cannot return to. If I had learned drums, if I could type out my own code on the keyboard, if I could learn to make electronic music, if I could experience a city every holiday, how wonderful that would be, there are so many things I want to experience.

There are always so many disappointments pieced together into new desires, maybe I think the train shouldn’t stop, maybe I want to be forever young and not mature enough to care about other people’s opinions. But you can’t do it, just like you who shout encore, can only exchange for a final moment of reminiscence and then the end.

I will eventually go to an unfamiliar direction.

Ah, then, what have you been thinking about?