"The Evening Breeze Blows Across the Inkstone"

That summer, the evening breeze blew through the inkstone, They also heard their stories. The young man has stars in his eyes, and the girl has tenderness in her heart. Write down the joy of youth one stroke at a time, My heart was pounding day and night. The evening breeze blew through the inkstone, And I only blow to you. Purpose: to write about their experiences of going to school together and being together