"Evening Breeze Knows What I Want"
Under the sycamore tree that year, he was cold and taciturn, and was only gentle to her.
From heartbeat to passionate love, from misunderstanding to separation, as sweet as it is true, abuse is as painful as it is.
After years of separation, we understand only when we meet again.
The evening breeze knows my thoughts, and I miss you every year.
Purpose: campus love