Who still remembers the time under these plane trees?
Who still remembers Xiaotang in S?
Who still remembers the white stone path in the teaching building that will be covered with fallen leaves in autumn?
This is the most beautiful time, even though you and I are complaining right now.
These are the worst of times, even though you and I try our best to laugh every day.
I would like to record all the past events with you,
The youthful time spent with stinky people like you...