Thinking of Magnolia, I know that time is short.
Sitting in front of the window, bored and thinking about the past. In this cold winter, I actually think of the appearance of the campus magnolia in spring, with the flowers proudly blooming on the branches and standing gracefully. Every petal is blooming carefully, occasionally falling to the ground, but still extending beautifully.
Memories are stories, people in stories, things in stories.
I wonder if they are also recalling those past events in the story.
Concept: College love story