This afternoon, I walked on the campus without you and looked at the road we walked and the stone steps we sat on.
You played football on that playground, and you made a very beautiful dribbling move, knocking down some juniors.
And you said that the teaching building looks like an urn, and the college student activity center looks like an old hen nesting...
And the flower bed where I sit, leaning on your shoulder.
And the stands where you put your arm around my shoulders and smiled into the camera lens.
Those memories always make me smile.
Then I felt full of courage and confidence.
I didn't stop from 12 o'clock to 2:30 at night. I thought I had to code these things out as soon as possible.
Because if I put it off for too long, I'm afraid I'll forget.
Afraid of forgetting what happened, afraid of forgetting the details.
I want to record this Saturday carefully, like a running account, and seriously.
Then spend a long, long, long time slowly recalling it.
Conception: