Looking up at the pale night sky, when the endless shooting stars cut through the darkness of the long night, holding a bunch of stars in my hand and standing at the fork in the road where you and I have wandered countless times, the tears actually fell from my dull face. I don't know whether they are bitter or sweet and dry, but my heart is full of endless emotion...
You once said to me: Can we still meet? If we all become old people with gray hair on our temples, will you still remember the agreement we made...
When the magnolia grandiflorum on campus begins to exude its faint fragrance, I want to ask gently: Are you okay? Is this the helplessness of time or the recovery of the lost tears! !