The past is buried in the depths of our memories;
Those rushing years fill the gaps in our lives;
The youths of the past were astonished by time and tendered by the years. We have walked through the tree-lined paths on campus countless times. Every stone brick there has confirmed the footprints we left; every rustling leaf there is telling us every bit of it; the clusters of hibiscus flowers there have witnessed every time we look back. In that era of long-lived friendship and the dawn of love, young people used their unique beauty and dreams to compose touching hymns of youth on that specific stage.