The day I leave Dalian

It was a sunny day, a day I would leave Dalian back home to prepare for going abroad.
We eleven girls in my class took part in a party held by our class adviser in the afternoon. When it turned to dusk, we girls went back, for my aunt would pick me up to the harbour at 8 pm. We eleven girls walked in a row in the campus, singing and laughing, which was quite unusual in a Science and Engineer University and surely drew a lot of attention. But we just enjoyed ourselves and regardless of the sight of others. We were too happy to be together and very sorry when thought of separation. We did not drink a lot that afternoon, but it seemed we were all drunk.
When we stepped at our dormitory, we found our boys in our class, standing there waiting for us. They knew I would leave that night, so they came here to see if they could help. Although just three months, we had taken part in a lot of activities together and I loved them very much. We took photos and hug with each other, at first we were smiling and later crying. It was really sad to say goodbye to someone who you might never see him again in the rest of your life.
The happy time was usually short, it was 8 pm already. When the car started, they called "We love you, Xuhuajun" all together, again and again. My tear was pouring, I really wanted to jump off the car to be with them but I could not. So I called them in the car and on the ship, kept talking and talking, until there was no signal since I was on the sea.
I looked at the moon, the same moon they were looking at, saying goodbye to them. That night I was totally sleepless.