Of late, I’ve seen so many friends posting about graduation season—it stirred something in me. So, in the quiet of the night, I found myself scrolling through old photos, falling deep into memories. There lies a time that burned the brightest, lived the truest—my real university days. Yes, to spend it recklessly was, in its own way, to cherish it fully. You thought certain memories, certain people, certain moments had long drifted away. But they’ve simply taken new forms—becoming the breeze that brushes your face, the rain that softens your sorrow, the sunlight that quietly warms your path. They never left. They’ve just learned a gentler way to stay.