This passage possesses a quiet power, reading it like spring slowly unfolding.

The image of "dreaming in an empty classroom" is particularly evocative; the contrast between the quiet reality and the quietly growing anticipation within is deeply moving.

You wrote about "making dreams come true," and that simple yet unwavering feeling is very genuine. Often, it is precisely these seemingly peaceful days that gradually carry us further.

I'm curious, is your current "dream" more focused on studies, life, or some future goal?