I just walked around the campus, stepping on the fine dust, which made my eyes blurry, but I could see so clearly. I wanted to keep her, just like I kept myself, but I fell into a place I didn't know, just like she fell into a place I didn't know. I don't know if pear blossoms are still blooming here. If they are, it's just a pale irony to my youth and love. My youth and love, I say now with a smile, did exist after all. So I kept the remnants of that existence in the text, just so that she might know it, but I didn't know and finally knew that the youth and love of many people were brought out in this text, which spread like pear blossoms on the pale page. If readers are willing to spend a little time, just treat these as entertainment, although I am not doing it for entertainment.