"Under the curtain of youth, I sing sadly because of those words about long desert rivers, small bridges and flowing water that I miss day and night." Write down the scattered time in the months of twenty, let the memories be dyed with the flavor of moonlight, and what is brewing is a beautiful memory and mutual understanding, regardless of the success or failure of the twenty-one sun and moon bet.
There is a dull atmosphere, and the water is poured to pay tribute to the passing years, and to reflect on the simple love of college students.