The peaceful university, I thought it would go through peacefully, but in the last days there were ripples. Xiaoxiang and cherry blossoms flow in the ink color until they flow into the heart, and the cinnabar mole of lovesickness condensed in the heart is unforgettable. It seems like a sad tomb, buried forever in the heart. I only hope that when we meet next time, I can still smile gently at you, recall the good times, and remember the words "don't lose, don't forget" that we used to share together.