Some love begins by chance, but is determined to be cherished every day.
The wind on campus will blow away the smile on the graduation photo,
But it can't break up the two hearts that are tightly dependent on each other.
That faded red rope, that bottle of ice-cold lemonade,
The confession in the rain, the cherry blossoms flying in the trees,
They have all become beacons in the long river of time,
Light up the distance we are heading for together.
Love is not the end, but the starting point,
It is young people who use recklessness and sincerity,
On the pages of fate, the eternal prologue is written.
Concept: Echoing the beginning through the scene of reunion many years later, the postscript summarizes the theme in poetic language and strengthens the emotional aftertaste of the story.