Some stories from college life.
Maybe my life has been too degenerate recently, and I sadly find that my memory is deteriorating rapidly. So now, when I am 20 years old, I have to save many things as soon as possible while they are still warm. Otherwise, when I am 30 years old, I will definitely shed tears on the empty branches among the scattered flowers.
How wonderful they are. Stories of what has happened, what is happening, and what will happen.