Alexander, standing before the audience in the basketball gym, announced calmly, "Next, I will sing another original song of mine — 'Pages of Tomorrow.' I dedicate it to all of you, in the hope that it helps you find your own direction in life."

The students were amazed once again.

"Another original?!" they exclaimed in disbelief.

"I can't believe what I'm hearing!"

"But I doubt he can produce another song as touching and beautiful as 'Shadows of Goodbye.'"

"I agree, I'm still caught up in the melody of the last song, I haven't stopped crying."

"I wish I could hear 'Shadows of Goodbye' again."

This time, prepared, everyone took out their phones, aiming them at the melancholic figure at the center of the stage.

Alexander didn't close his eyes. His gaze seemed to penetrate the stage, looking towards the distant horizon, his eyes filled with complex emotions. The audience fell into a respectful silence, no longer underestimating Alexander.

The strings vibrated, and the prelude began, followed by Alexander's voice:

"Through the gates of our alma mater, we walked with dreams in our eyes,

Underneath the golden sun, where our hopes seemed to touch the skies.

Laughter and whispers, in every corner, every stone,

In these hallowed halls, our spirits have grown.

But now, as we stand on the edge of today,

With our futures calling, leading us away,

The echoes of yesterday, in our hearts, will stay,

In this moment of parting, what can we say?"

Just a few lines into the song, and all the students' emotions were already deeply entwined with Alexander's voice. The gymnasium became even quieter, with only Alexander's soft, gentle singing resonating in the space.

Alexander's song continued to strike a chord with the emotions of the students:

"In this time of goodbyes, under the fading sky,

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We promise to remember, no matter how far we fly.

For the echoes of yesterday, in our hearts, will stay,

As we step into tomorrow, come what may.

So, here's to the memories, here's to the tears,

To the laughter, the learning, through the years.

In the story of our lives, these days will shine so bright,

In the echoes of yesterday, we find our light."

Graduation, an inherently sentimental topic, became overwhelming. The beautiful yet fleeting four years of university were coming to an end, and the day of departure to faraway places was imminent.

The distance that would soon separate the students seemed insurmountable, even in the age of advanced communication. The four years of togetherness would become a lifetime of connection, but also a source of future longing and confusion.

Emotions erupted at this moment. Several emotionally fragile students began to cry uncontrollably. Even those who usually held back their tears found themselves overwhelmed, their eyes reddening and tears streaming down their faces.

Alexander continued his song, culminating in an emotional crescendo that enveloped the entire gymnasium. The students who weren't crying hugged their classmates, cherishing the final moments of their shared journey. In that moment, they all shared a common thought – to cherish everything they had experienced together.

As the last notes of the guitar faded, the song ended. Alexander stood up and bowed deeply to the audience.

After a few seconds, thunderous applause erupted. The graduating students stood up, clapping vigorously, unwilling to stop.

For these soon-to-be graduates, "Pages of Tomorrow" resonated even more deeply than "Shadows of Goodbye." The song spoke directly to the heart of every senior student facing graduation and separation, earning a profound empathy from the audience.

A male student, holding a bouquet of flowers, rushed forward. He had originally planned to present the flowers to Robert, but to his surprise, Robert didn't show up. Overwhelmed with emotion, the student instead offered the flowers to Alexander.

No one laughed at the boy. They all understood his feelings and would have done the same in his position.

Alexander awkwardly accepted a large bunch of roses, never having expected to receive roses himself, let alone from a male classmate. Following this, several girls, also holding flowers intended for Robert, came up to the stage and handed them to him.

Amidst this flurry of flower-receiving, Alexander saw a beautiful girl crying as she approached. She reached under her skirt, intending to remove her sexy panties to give to him.

"This... I can't accept this," Alexander quickly intervened.

"Juniors, thank you for such a touching song. I didn't buy flowers, so I can only give you this," the girl insisted firmly. "If it's not enough, I can also give you my thigh-high stockings. I've worn them all day; they haven't been washed and carry my sweat and body scent."

"No, I appreciate your sentiment. But there are many people watching; it's not appropriate," Alexander refused.

"I understand... Then, after you leave the stage, I'll go to the bathroom and take them off to give to you, making sure no one sees," the girl said stubbornly.

Alexander felt embarrassed. What was this beautiful girl thinking? Did she really see him as that kind of person?