The green, green and naive campus love becomes more profound over time. When we leave the real campus, everything becomes indifferent and numb. I really want to go back to campus again. Let the part that sticks in your memory be repeated again.
The work, dreams, and hopes day after day all disappear in that small closed world. Love is also numb. The fatigue at the end of the day and the meditation in the afternoon have long replaced the youthful appearance. A small iron window cuts off the whole world.
The ideal becomes a short-lived reality. The dream is just whether I can take a break on the weekend. In that small and limited world, there will be love. There is also a heart that never changes.